Lyra Pov

“Serene Moon. She was a tough one, always trying to get on my nerves.”

Thanos’s words echoed in my mind as my eyes snapped open. The rich aroma of freshly baked turkey wafted through the air, teasing my senses. A sharp, searing pain shot through my leg, a bitter reminder of my brutal encounter with Thanos. I groaned softly, reaching up to cradle my pounding head. The ache in my body was nothing compared to the turmoil in my heart.

My gaze swept across the unfamiliar room, taking in my surroundings. A large brown wardrobe loomed in one corner, next to a neatly arranged vanity table, its mirror...