The door opened before Lyra could move away.

Cold wind came into the room. Kieran stood at the door, tall and not moving, his cloak still had snow from outside from outside. His looked at her and then on Keon, they were two close, their faces very close to each other as if they were about to kiss.

A long silence followed .

“Kieran…” Lyra said trying to think of what to say

“What’s going on here?” His voice was low, too calm, the kind of calm that came comes before something ...