Lyra
The sun was just beginning to rise when the heavy creak of the wooden door woke me up. Disoriented, I blinked up at the unfamiliar ceiling of the small hut. Then I felt warmth pressed against my side and turned to find Xavier curled up beside me, one tiny hand fisted in my shirt.
He was still peacefully asleep.
We had been moved.
Yesterday, after a long boat ride that I was barely conscious of, we were brought to another part of the island. They led us through a dense grove of palm trees until we reached a village camp nestled between cliffs and the ocean.
I didn't know what I was expecting, but the rogues I saw in this camp didn't look like what I had imagined. They didn't seem feral or cruel. They looked...tired.
A woman, older, with graying braids and a lined face, had take
