Chapter 133

Lyra sighed, staring at the soup simmering on the stove. The anger that had fueled her minutes ago was fading, leaving something heavier in its place. Embarrassment, maybe. Or just exhaustion. She stirred the soup absently, watching the liquid swirl.

The sound of running water echoed through the thin walls. Silas was still in the shower. Probably trying to wash away whatever had happened between t