Lyra's POV
The news about Agatha hit me like a punch to the gut. I'd seen the healer several times for my injuries, and she'd grown on me.
But what really threw me was how she died. Poison. How could that be a coincidence? There was no way this was random, right?
Relief flooded through me when Caelum announced we were heading back to the palace. I needed to find Gareth and get answers.
This couldn't be coincidence. It just couldn't.
"You doing okay?" Caelum asked once we were in the car, palace-bound.
"Yeah." I glanced at the empty passenger seat. "Where's Julian?"
"Handling something. He'll catch up with us at the palace."
"Right." I let the silence stretch after that.
The quiet seemed to weigh on me, but Caelum didn't push. He probably figured I was drained from the bad news and last night's mess.
Sleep claimed most of the drive back.
