Chapter 19

Rowan

Lyra walked into my office, her face visibly radiating with excitement. “There's news,” she beamed.

I could use the distraction, after all, I hadn't accomplished much even though my eyes had been glued to my laptop all morning.

“Spill, Lyra,” I said in a lazy drawl.

She scoffed, stomping her foot on the floor. “Don't kill the fun, Mr Grouch. Guess who is visiting,”

Nothing came to mind so I shrugged. “Cut to the chase, Lyra,” My tone became stern.

Her head jerked backward in surprise but she made no comment about my mindless response. It was one thing I envied about her—her ability to ignore inconsequential...