Lyra chose Mara.
Not because Mara deserved it.
Because it would hurt the most.
Because Ronan would believe it.
The rumor began quietly, the way real damage always does. Not shouted. Not announced. Just a few words allowed to drift without correction.
“She’s lost faith in Mara.”
“They don’t meet anymore.”
“Tyler listens to Lyra now. Mara’s been sidelined.”
Lyra made sure she was seen walking past Mara without stopping.
She made sure she was heard, giving curt answers—short instructions. No warmth.
Mara noticed on the second day.
“You’re freezing me out,” she said that night, voice low and controlled. Not angry. Hurt.
Lyra didn’t deny it.
“Yes,” she said.
Mara stared at her. “You don’t get to do that without explanation.”
Lyra met her gaze. “If I explain, you won’t do what I n
