Chapter 98

I spent the entire Saturday trying to get Killian to talk about Lyra. You’d think I asked him to pry open Thanos’s fist with a nail file.

It’s exhausting. I feel like I’m dancing around landmines with every casual mention of his childhood. My curiosity is gnawing at me, but experience tells me to tread lightly. The few times her name has slipped into our conversations, Killian has either shut down