LYRA’S POV
The voice had barely disappeared when Kael said the words that changed everything.
“We leave tonight.”
I stared at him.
“Tonight?”
“Before dawn.”
His expression was cold, determined, almost frightening.
“We’re going to find your father.”
My heart tightened.
“My father has my child.”
Kael’s jaw clenched.
“Our child.”
The correction should have comforted me.
Instead, it made the memory hurt even more.
A baby.
Our baby.
A child I had apparently carried, loved, and lost—and somehow forgotten.
I pressed my palm against my stomach.
There was nothing there.
Only emptiness.
Yet somewhere deep inside me, something ached.
As if my body remembered what my mind had forgotten.
Kael noticed.
His expression softened.
“You don’t have to remember everything tonight.”
“I
