CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

Lyra

I didn’t take his hand.

Instead, I stood slowly and brushed the dirt from my palms. “I’ve got it,” I muttered, voice flat.

The boy raised his brows but didn’t drop his smirk. “You must be Lyra,” he said. “I’ve heard so much about you from my cousins.”

Cousins?

I froze. Kael and Kade?

I’d never ...