LYRA
Three Months Later
I woke to sunlight streaming through the curtains and the sound of Willow humming in the bathroom.
Three months.
It felt like a lifetime ago that I'd walked out of that ballroom, overwhelmed and broken. Like a different person had stood in that garden, crying in Willow's arms while my world fell apart.
So much has changed since then. I stretched, feeling the pleasant ache in my muscles from yesterday's training session. Zeviar had been pushing me harder lately, and my body was finally starting to keep up.
"Morning," Sky said, her presence warm and content in my mind.
“Morning.”
"Training today?"
“Always.”
She hummed her approval. Over the past three months, we'd grown closer. I could feel her more clearly now, and understand her better. She was less like a
