Sovia’s POV
“My lady,” it was Vanessa’s voice coming from the door. Lydia and I peeled away from each other at once.
For a moment Lydia avoided my eye contact as though she couldn’t bear to look me in the eyes.
Sighing, I turned to the door. “Come in, Nessa.”
She came inside, and paused like she noticed the tension lingered in the atmosphere. The fruit tray she was holding hung heavy in the air. “Umm, maybe I should go.”
I shook my head. If Lydia didn’t want to talk about it, I wouldn’t push her.
The past was a lot, but at least I’ve confirmed my suspicion —Lydia was also reborn, else she wouldn’t act this way.
“Come here,” I said, patting the space between Lydia and me.
“Hmm.” Vanessa nodded eagerly. Her two ponytails, neatly braided, hung with earthy threads and gli
