Lyra’s POV

"Bethany… Bethany," I called softly, reaching out to touch her shoulder. But she didn’t flinch. She remained still, lost in her thoughts, her numbness beginning to frighten me.

"It’s okay," I whispered, kneeling beside her. "Please, let’s go inside before you catch a cold."

She lifted her head slowly, her eyes filled with unspeakable pain, but she didn’t move.

"Please listen to me, Bethany," I pleaded. "I don’t want you getting sick, for your sake and for the baby’s."

Her gaze flickered at me for a moment before lowering to the ground. She had been sitting in the exact spot where Lucian had fallen, even though his body...