Chapter 112

*Lyra*

“I still don’t trust her,” Rowan muttered, his voice low but heavy with conviction.

I glanced up from the map spread out on the dining table, raising an eyebrow. “Who?”

“Her,” he said, narrowing his eyes. “The oracle.”

The oracle was still here. Cormac insisted she stayed to help. Rowan agreed, but he didn’t like it.

I sighed, leaning back in my chair as I studied his expression. His jaw wa