Allissa

I woke warm, loose, better than I had any right to feel, with Lyra’s pebble a hard knot of heat under my cheek. Darren was already up across the room, half dressed, half packed, watching me with a tender look in his eyes.

Hollis stood in the open doorway. That was the first weird thing. Hollis did not come to our doors. She kept her distance like it cost her to lose an inch of it. And here she was, over the threshold, staring at me like I had sprouted a second head.

“What did you ...