Chapter 89

Lyra

The night passes by in a blur, and so does the next morning. I don't see Torin at all. He doesn't come to me or let me see him. He stays away and hidden, perhaps to keep his wolf in check. Or maybe something else. I can't tell.

"Is he here?" I ask Martha as I walk into the kitchen by afternoon.

She glances at me and then nods, "He's doing some work upstairs." She's quick to change