RYLAN'S POV

A sigh tore through my lips as I headed towards the other direction that would lead to my room— which Isla had somehow converted to hers.

Lyra mentioned she was camping in front of Evan's room, and as I got closer, I saw her hovering over the door to his room.

My brows furrowed as I leaned against the wall, watching her movement. She had stopped hovering and was now pacing from the end of the hallway to the other, her hands on her waist, brows furrowed as though she was ...