Lyra's POV

"Tell him I’ll come to him, and that he should stop spying on her," a hushed voice drifted into my ears. My eyes fluttered open, the weight of sleep still clinging to me. I carefully stood from the bed and shuffled to the window, peeking through the curtains.

Sabrina was standing near the woods, her figure tense as she faced a man dressed in a black hoodie and pants. Though they were a fair distance from the house, their voices carried as if they were right beside me.

"Alright," the man said, his deep voice sharp and full of warning. "He doesn’t like being kept waiting."

Sabrina’s gaze...