LYRA’s POV

Silas still isn’t talking to me.

From my spot at the back, I watched him across the room, sitting a few seats ahead with Mia leaning close to whisper something in his ear. He chuckled and my stomach twisted. Of course she could make him laugh. My fingers curled into fists before I even realized it.

Zayn sat beside me, Ezra on my other side. The silence between the three of them was loud enough to choke on. None of them were speaking — not to me, not to each other.

Zayn turned ...