413.Chapter 413

As the first rays of morning sunlight streamed in, warm golden light spilled across the bed. A small, sleepy figure curled up under the covers.

Soon, a head with a wild mess of hair popped out—Lyra lay with her cheek pressed against the pillow, eyes slowly opening as she stared blankly out the window, lost in thought.

In the morning, Lyra usually took a moment to collect herself. Finally on holida