Chapter 13
Sora‘s pov
I don't want to believe her. But I can't stop it.
Every sentence she says is a needle. Every one of them lands exactly where I've already doubted myself.
Lyra doesn't leave.
She sits back in the chair beside the bed. Composed. Like there's a reason she needs to stay.
My throat tickles. I cough twice.
She stands. Pours a cup of water. Hands it to me.
I look at it for one second.
Then I take it. I say thank you.
The moment the words leave my mouth, it feels absurd to me.
Lyra doesn't let go of the cup right away.
Her eyes stay on my face. Like her wolf is sensing something. Like she's caught a scent.
Then she smiles. That sly, completely confident smile.
"Since you're still holding on," she says, "let's see if Ethan picks you."
I stare at her.
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