#Chapter 44: Visitor

Lyra POV

"I'm sorry, I have to take this," I said, motioning to my ringing phone. “It’s my father.”

"No problem," Isolde answered. "Go ahead, I don't mind."

I smiled appreciatively at her and put the phone to my ear. "Hello?"

"Varn is here," my father said, his tone laced with obvious irritation. "He refuses to leave unless he speaks to you."

"I have nothing to say to him," I replied, equally irri