CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT

Lyra’s POV

At first, it was faint. A whisper in the back of my mind. A flutter beneath my skin. A heartbeat that wasn’t mine.

I sat still, cross-legged on the soft forest floor, eyes closed. The air was damp with dew and smelled of pine, pulsed with memory. I breathed deep, waiting and listening.

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