CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Lyra

The knock came just as I was smoothing the hem of the only half-decent dress I owned. It wasn’t anything extravagant—just a simple, navy blue dress Anya had shoved into my hands before sprinting off with a mischievous grin. She said I’d thank her later. I wasn’t so sure.

I opened the door.

Kae...

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