RYKER’S POV

“Princess,” I called out to Lyra the moment I stepped into my room. She had turned my room into hers ever since the door incident, and even after her room had been fixed, neither of us wanted her to go back there.

She wasn’t in bed as I expected. Typical of her. She was too stubborn. I shut the door behind me, then walked towards the balcony, where the white light curtains billowed against the wind. There she was, standing serenely. Her back was to me, and she was wearing a ...