Lyra's POV

After slathering on a layer of concealer, Lyra examines herself in the mirror.

"That's as good as it'll get," she mutters and glances at her phone, noticing a text from York.

"Ugh," she mutters, glancing at the bathroom door and rolling her eyes before she hops into a sky-blue silk slip dress.

Leaving her hair down in its waves from the day before, she adds a small pair of stud earrings into her lobes and two rings in her second and third piercings.

Popping her heels on, she grabs her purse, loading it with anything she could need for the day.

Sonya growls as she returns to life,...