Lyra's POV
I rolled that thought around in my mind, pressing it against the tender spots in my chest. The weight of it felt heavy when I was carrying my own collection of secrets, carefully stored away where he couldn't reach them.
His voice drifted through the steam from the bathroom, rich with satisfaction. "I thought you might follow me in here."
The comment dragged me back to the present despite everything swirling in my head. A laugh escaped before I could catch it, startling us both. "You're impossible."
"Are you coming?"
"Yes," I answered, leaving the dirt and spider webs untouched on the sheets.
Whatever answers were hiding could stay buried a little longer.
