Lyra's POV
I couldn’t sleep.
Those eyes… the ones on Celeste—they were dreadful. And then there was Isolde’s note. Could it all be linked?
I kept tossing and turning, my mind tangled with thoughts of Dimitri, Celeste, and Isolde. Those piercing eyes wouldn’t leave me alone, and the message from Isolde only deepened the unease gnawing at me. Was there some hidden connection? Was I just a piece in someone else’s game?
Frustrated, I threw the covers aside and began pacing the room, hoping movement would clear my head. Instead, the questions only multiplied. What did Celeste really want from me? Was that note even truly from Isolde? And how on earth had she survived?
Not that I was unhappy she lived—far from it. I was relieved. But there was something chilling about the way she had surviv
