L E I L A N I
"So," Lyra said, breaking the tension. "Now that the apocalypse has been temporarily averted, who's hungry? I was thinking of making my famous chili."
Fenrir managed a weak laugh. "Only you would compare a near death experience to the apocalypse and then immediately think about food."
"What can I say? I'm a multi tasker," she said, heading towards the kitchen. "Leilani, you in?"
I looked at Fenrir, who gave me a small nod. "I'll be fine," he said. "Go on. I need to make a few calls."
I followed Lyra into the kitchen, feeling different types of emotions. Relief that Fenrir was okay. Fear about what was to come. And a strange sense of… belonging. This dangerous world was slowly becoming my own.
"So," Lyra said, grabbing a cutting board and a knife. "What's it like being a
