Chapter 121

The dining room smelled like coffee and buttered toast.

Lyra stopped short in the doorway because her mom was there.

Raina Blackwood sat at the long table like she had never left, legs crossed, silk robe thrown over a tank top, sunglasses perched on her head despite the fact that they were very much indoors. A mug rested in one hand, the other scrolling lazily through her phone. She looked relaxed