Chapter 137

**Lyra

It was a tight, tight hug.

I looked around the hallway for King Arthur, but he was already gone. His legs were longer than mine, and his angry pace had been brisk. I couldn’t even see which way he had disappeared.

The source of the scream, a strange, elderly woman with gray curls tied up on top of her head, rushed up and hugged me while I was holding Daphne.

I embraced the little girl tight