LYRA’S POV
“What are you doing daydreaming? There are customers that need to be served!” Madam Beatrice roared at me as I spaced out for the 10th time on my shift in less than half an hour.
I reached into the pocket of my dress touching the medallion, it had been a couple of days since I met Miranda, my mother.
I haven't gone to see her since then.
Don't even know what I'm supposed to say to her if we come face to face.
Though it's crazy that I have something in my pocket that could obliterate the world as I knew it and yet I still had to clean counters and mop vomit from hung over customers.
Alpha Kael had been here earlier. Whenever he's around, Madame Beatrice is always on her best behavior. I think she stores all the anger of not being able to rate me in his presence and takes it
