19

LYRA'S P.O.V.

Picking up the muffins Katy once wore I looked out the cinnamon from the oven and set it on the table. It's been a week since the incident and I couldn't do anything.

The house did nothing but haunted me each time I closed my eyes. My real parents might have died in the fire because of my stupidity but Darius, Mave and Katy deserved to live and die like normal people but it seems like fate didn't want that as well.

“Cinnamon!” I heard Zayn's quiet voice from my side and I gave him one of it before he ran away to play with his toys...