Between Worlds
Lyra POV (Spirit Realm)
"Mom?" The word felt strange on my tongue. I'd never said it before. Not to anyone real.
The woman smiled, and it was like looking in a mirror of the future. She had my eyes, my nose, even the same way of tilting her head when she was thinking.
"My beautiful daughter," she said, reaching out to touch my face. "I've waited so long to meet you."
Her hand was warm. Real. Not like the cold emptiness of this place.
"You're Isabella," I whispered. "You died giving birth to me and Seraphina."
"Yes. But death isn't the end, Lyra. It's just... different." Her smile was sad but gentle. "I need to tell you the truth about your father. About us."
I sat down on a bench that appeared from nowhere. "Everyone says he abandoned you. That he was just some vampi
