Jenna scoffed, crossing her arms. “Oh, please. Bound to him? Lucas has his head so far up Alys’s—”
“Jenna!” I cut her off, my voice sharper than I intended.
“What? Am I wrong?” she shot back, glaring at me. “He’s been parading around with her like she’s already the Luna. And now we find out that you are? What’s he going to do, Lyra? Just pretend this didn’t happen?”
“Enough,” Margaret said firmly, silencing us both. “This isn’t about Lucas right now. It’s about Lyra and her awakening. There’s no time for petty jealousy or spite.”
Jenna huffed but didn’t argue further. I glanced at her, hoping for some reassurance, but her expression was unreadable.
“How… how do I stop it?” I asked Margaret, my voice trembling.
“Stop it?” Margaret frowned. “You can’t stop what’s already begun. Your po
