Chapter 67

*Lyra*

A few days went by in a blur. It has been what? Two weeks? And I still had no memories, no way of finding them, despite my declaration to Rowan.

He was always lingering around me, as if he expected me to talk to him. But I wasn’t. I was still mad at him.

The house’s air felt thick with unspoken words, frustration hanging between Rowan and me like a thread ready to snap. But the storm inside