Lyra’s POV
I’d been watching her, careful and quiet, for over a month now. Every glance, every laugh, every subtle lean in Rhyker’s direction felt like tiny needles pricking at my patience, and I could barely contain my irritation.
Rhyker thought I was overreacting, even going as far as to call me “paranoid” after the third time I’d pointed out how Kaida always seemed to “accidentally” end up beside him, or need his help for some mysterious problem only he could solve. But I wasn’t imagining it. And I wasn’t paranoid.
When Kaida had first arrived, I’d tried to accept her back…..at least for a while.
But it didn’t take long for that wariness to deepen into something else. Her memory loss, at first brushed off as an aftereffect of trauma, seemed to worsen by the day.
She’d forget thi
