LYRA POV
The wooden chair creaked softly beneath me as I shifted again, my hands clenched in my lap, betraying every ounce of the anxiety I tried so hard to mask. The late afternoon sun filtered through the sheer curtains of the veranda, casting golden stripes across the stone floor, and somewhere beyond the garden, I could hear children laughing.
Probably hers. The triplets.
The idea that Luna Alice had birthed three actual pups and still looked as effortlessly ethereal as she did was… absurd. Unfair, really. But even more disarming than her looks was the way she kept smiling at me like we were old friends and this wasn’t a terrifying interview for the rest of my life.
“So,” she said, tucking one leg beneath her on the wide cushioned seat across from me. “How was the flight? Not too b
