Ever since their convoy rolled into the human capital, Lyra had been glued to the window, her wide eyes reflecting the neon lights as though she'd stumbled into a dream.
Orion couldn't help the smile that touched his lips from watching her; somehow the joy on her face was almost worth the risk of bringing her with him amidst a brewing war.
The cars pulled to a halt before the grand hotel, and Lyra was out of her seat in an instant, hands on the door handle. Orion chuckled under his breath, stepping out first before circling around to take her small hand in his. Behind them, two guards moved to collect their bags while the rest shadowed closely into the lobby of the hotel.
Inside, there were humans milling about in fancy clothes soaked in unnatural and synthetic scents that made his nose
