Selene POV

I found Lyra in one of the guest chambers on the second floor. The room was small but comfortable, with soft afternoon light filtering through gauze curtains that made everything look almost peaceful.

Almost.

Lyra sat on the edge of the bed, freshly bathed and wearing clean clothes that Maria must have provided. Her hair was still damp, hanging in loose waves around her shoulders. The dirt and blood had been scrubbed away, but the exhaustion remained etched into every line of her ...