Lyra POV
The small bathroom of the Full Moon Inn had been a sanctuary, the hot water washing away the grime of the forest and the weight of the day’s revelations. Wrapped in a clean towel, I slipped into fresh clothes—a soft sweater and jeans from my backpack—that felt like a luxury after days of travel and turmoil. My hair, still damp, clung to my neck as I stepped back into the room, and a smile tugged at my lips when I saw what Jaxon had done.
On the small wooden table by the window, a steaming spread of food awaited: a service tray with plates of roasted chicken, mashed potatoes glistening with butter, and glazed carrots, alongside a basket of warm rolls and a pitcher of iced water. The rich, savory aroma filled the air, grounding me in a way I hadn’t expected. Jaxon stood by the ta
