Lyra’s POV
“I still can’t believe you turned down Kelvin Clarke,” Maya said for the third time as we worked on mending fishing nets down by the lake. “The man is gorgeous.”
“I didn’t turn him down,” I pointed out. “Jadis did.”
“Right, but if it had been me…” She fanned herself dramatically with her hand. “Those shoulders, those eyes, that smile.”
“Down, girl,” laughed Elena, one of the other unmated females in our age group. “You’re practically drooling.”
“Can you blame me? Good-looking, available men don’t exactly grow on trees around here.”
I glanced around our little circle, Maya, Elena, Cora, and Beth, all girls I’d grown up with, all around my age. It was nice, having this normal moment of girl talk after all the drama lately.
“What about you, Lyra?” Cora asked, grinning mischi
