Chapter 18

The hospital air smelled faintly of antiseptic and wilted flowers as Lyra adjusted the strap of her sling, a small smile painted across her face. Her fracture was minor, and she was clearly in better spirits today. Damon and Caleb stood by the doorway, a sharp contrast to her cheer, Caleb fidgeting impatiently, Damon looming like a shadow with his unreadable expression. When Lyra stepped forward, she reached out instinctively, her fingers brushing the edge of Damon’s sleeve. But he shifted subtly, enough that her hand caught only air. For a moment her smile faltered, but she recovered quickly, tilting her head toward Caleb instead. “So, what should we do first once we’re home?” Caleb’s eyes lit up. “Let’s go to the amusement park! Please, Aunt Lyra!” Lyra laughed softly, the sound practiced but pleasant. She crouched to his height, brushing her good hand through his hair. “Of course, sweetheart. I’ll take you. We’ll ride everything you want.” Then she glanced up at Damon, sweetness dri