Elara’s POV~I was staring at the ceiling of my bed, the darkness thick around me. Sleep refused to come. I attempted to close my eyes, to count breaths, but as soon as I tried it, the same images would reappear.The vial. The smell. My father’s whisper.All over again, I saw how my hands trembled when I extracted the glass vial from Lyra’s effects, how the dried, smelling liquid clung between runes carved into its surface. I remembered how close I had leaned in. A whiff of that bitter smell had stuck itself into my nostrils, and in less than a heartbeat, I knew I had smelled it before. That was the scent that had filled the air the day Father fell.I placed a hand to my chest and whispered into the silence of my room, “It can’t be her. Not Lyra… not my sister.”I sighed, rising from the bed. I couldn’t be inside these walls anymore. I drew my cloak about me and snuck out from the room. I moved slowly on the floor without making any sound.The temperature was chilly, and I wrapped my
Elara's POV~Dinner should have been warm. The food was generous, and the food set out was enough to bring better times. But there was something heavy in the air that no one could quite bring themselves to say.And my mother was at the head of the table, looking pale, but smiling and doing her best to make it feel like we were a family all together. “Elara, hand me the stew,” she said in a small voice.I nodded and passed the bowl to her. I looked around the table. Caspian sat on one side, silent, pushing his spoon. Damien sat across from me, not speaking much, but grunting short replies when spoken to....And Lyra, Lyra was all life, laughter and spoke with a voice that filled the air.It was almost too much.“Well, well,” Mother said after a bit, glancing round the table, “why are you all so silent? No family meal should be a funeral. Speak, laugh. I don’t like this silence.”Lyra laughed, as if her mother’s words were a joke. “I agree. You all look like you’ve just drunk something b
Caspian’s POV~I sat in my car, engine off, windows cracked open just enough to hear the night. I couldn't stop staring at the Vale house. I had been here for three nights now, parked in the same spot. Each time I thought maybe I was imagining it, that I was tilting at shadows. But I knew in my heart that I wasn’t wrong.The one on the dash clicked over midnight. I still gripped the wheel as the front door of my house squeaked open. As I thought, Lyra slipped out, tiptoeing away, glancing to be sure that no one noticed her before she tightened the cloak around herself.There it was again.I let her get down the steps before I gently cracked open my door. I was barely touching the ground with my shoes as I followed. I watched from a distance, every step cautious, each action plotted. She moved faster down the deserted road until it curved toward the woods.My heart beat harder in my chest with each step I took. She didn’t falter once. She had done this before. Too many times.In the fo
Elara’s POV~ Breakfast started quietly that morning. Mother and I entered the dining room, Caspian right behind us. The table had been laid before, and the scent of warm bread and broth filled the air. We sat, and the silence lengthened until Lyra came in last, her smile brisk.She turned straight to Damien. “Thank you,” she said, soft but weighted words. “You helped me study well. I did better because of you.”Mother’s face brightened at once. “You see?” she replied, glaring at Lyra and Damian. “He helped you. I knew he would. Thank you, Damien.”Damien got up and did not look at anyone. “I have a thing,” he muttered, cutting her off before Mother could get started.Caspian remained sitting a moment more, as he always did. Then he also pushed his chair back. “I should be on my way now, too,” he added politely as well before taking his leave.There were only three of us left. Mother broke the silence with quiet words, her eyes soft as she looked between me and Lyra. She talked about
Damien’s POV~Lyra stood in front of me, with her arms crossed over her chest. Her voice was sharp. “And where do you think you’re off to, Damien?”I snatched up my bag and slung it over my shoulder. “I’m not going into that room.”Her eyes narrowed. “Why? You’ve been distant since we returned. Now you want to abandon me?”I stopped at the door. “I told you already. I can’t keep pretending. I no longer want to occupy the same space as you.”She leaned in, her face going stiffer. “You’re mine. You promised.”I interrupted her, my voice low and steady. “I never promised to lead a lie.”Lyra’s voice sounded, cutting the hush of the hallway. “So then you’re just going to go running back to her? To Elara?”Before I could reply, Winifred entered. Her eyes darted back and forth between us, nervous. “What’s going on here?”There was an immediate change, as Lyra sat up and began to whip her voice into honey. “It’s nothing, Mother. Just a misunderstanding. Damien is only...”I stepped in, I was
Elara’s POV~I knocked at Lyra’s door, my knuckles tapping against the smooth wood. It was quiet for a moment, and I thought perhaps she hadn't woken up yet. But then the door burst open, and Lyra nearly ran into me with her hair pulled up and books held against her chest.“Lyra—” I began, the beating of my heart keeping me grounded as I steeled myself to question her about the cloak, and to chase away the doubts that were clawing away in my chest with the ash.But she wouldn’t give me the opportunity.“Not now, Elara!” she said breathlessly, as if the entire world would come crashing down around her if she paused for more than a second. “I’m already late. I’ve got a test today.”She edged her way past me, the scent of her perfume brushing across my cheeks, the smell that was both so familiar and yet seemed strangely oppressive. I followed her, giving it one more try, but she whirled and gave me that smile. That sweet, innocent smile that had always been her weapon. “I’m fine, big s