~ LYRA ~
I look Tess dead in the eye. "I need you to give yourself a chance to think about this seriously, Tess."
She drums her fingers over her hipbones and tosses her long, strawberry-hued hair over her shoulder. "I want to know where you're getting your information from. Just so you know, a palm reader or a magically found crystal orb doesn't count."
"My stepfather," I say, my eyes never leaving hers. "Silas just finished explaining to me the reason for my current predicament. And that is my father."
"Whoa. Back up." Tess blurts, finally lowering her hands from her hips, her posture no longer on the offensive. "How did the topic go from Ronan to your father?"
This is the part I dread. "That's because my real father isn't human."
She stands frozen for a few seconds, and I wait in s
