Lyra POV
A knock sounded on my door.
“Come in,” I yelled from where I lounged on my bed, playing with the necklace on my throat. I loathed to admit it, but I was growing a bit attached to the piece of jewelry. It was the only thing a male had ever given me that wasn’t a slap or a mean word. Yes, it was still a chain, but it represented something more, a connection to this land and the people.
The doorknob turned and lo and behold, it was Ronan himself. Excitement, anxiety, and then resignation all flashed through my body. I tried to settle on a neutral expression. “Oh, hi,” I managed, sitting up and scooting to the edge of the bed.
“Hey,” he replied with a lavender dress draped over his arm.
“What’s that?” I nodded at the fabric.
With his free hand, he rubbed the back of his neck, m
