Echoes of Her Mother

Gideon’s response was a low hum—part relief, part pride—but then his gaze shifted, drawn past her shoulder.

It landed on Kaelen first, and then… on Lyra.

For a heartbeat, the air seemed to still. His brows lifted slightly, the faintest flicker of surprise crossing his face before recognition sank in—an almost imperceptible softening around his eyes, the kind that spoke of memory more than though