The house hummed with a quiet sort of excitement that evening — the kind that made your stomach flutter even though you kept telling yourself you weren't nervous at all. But I was nervous. Completely.
I stood before the mirror in my bedroom, tugging at the hem of the dark blue dress Lyra had convinced me to wear when she had brought it over to the house. It wasn’t overly fancy — just soft fabric that hugged in the right places and shimmered faintly when I moved. My hair was loose for once, curling naturally over my shoulders, and I could almost recognize the old me that had once lived in the human world, the version of me that had been happy when both of her parents had still been alive.
A night out in Polaris.
With Kael and his inner circle.
That thought alone was enough to make my
