Lyra’s POV
“Someone’s been in my jewelry box.”
I stood in my room, staring at the small wooden chest Marcus had made for me. The bracelet with the four charms was still there, but everything else had been moved around. Subtly, like someone had tried to put things back exactly where they found them, but I knew my own belongings.
“Are you sure?” Maya asked from where she was sitting on my bed, braiding wildflowers into a crown for tonight’s summer solstice celebration.
“Positive. My grandmother’s ring was in the front left compartment, and now it’s in the back right. And someone definitely handled my silver necklace, it’s tarnished from fingerprints.”
“That’s… weird. Who would go through your jewelry?”
Before I could answer, my door burst open and Kael bounced in, his usual cheerful en
