Kael’s POV

She was staring at a clear forest floor as though staring was somehow going to conjure the image of her vivid imagination.

I scoffed, satisfied by her silly jokes. “Now that you’ve made a fool of us, we should hunt for something real.”

I spun around to see her brows lowering and her lips taut with fury.

“There’s no rogue, Lyra,” I said. “And you should know when to end a joke.”

“I’m not joking!” she snapped.

The human was looking around for Lyra’s figment of imagination, afraid for no reason.

“But there is nothing here.”

She looked around, pointing. “This was where I got the water.” She...