Lyra
When my eyes finally opened, the first thing I saw was three faces looking back at me — Thorian, Soren, and Vaelin — each one carrying some mix of sleepiness and quiet concern. I lay there for a moment, trying to piece together how we had all ended up here, but the memories from the night before were soft around the edges and wouldn’t fully come together.
Thorian was closest to me, his arm resting across my waist like it belonged there, his sharp features relaxed in a way I didn’t often get to see. Soren was on my other side, his eyes already awake and bright with that familiar warmth that always seemed to sit just beneath the surface of everything he did. Vaelin was at the foot of the bed, still and watchful, his expression giving nothing away as his eyes moved over me.
I tried to
