Lyra POV
Well, aren’t I important?
Marni walked to the front door and swung it open.
I stayed on her heels, worried Ronan would walk out and see me, and I’d wind up right back in my little prison. My shoulders relaxed the moment fresh air hit my face. We were obviously deep in the forest, judging by the dense foliage and birds chirping above me. Wind blew through the leaves, resonating like music inside me. A squirrel shimmied up the bark on the side of a tree, and I heard the crunch of a rabbit’s hop a hundred feet away.
Nestled all around us were cabins, perfectly camouflaged to the world around them. Outside, milling about, were people. All of them had at least one companion beside them as they walked between houses, worked on their gardens, or tousled in a small grassy area. It was
