LYRA: REBORN FOR REVENGE
And there, on the nightstand, was her phone.
With shaking hands, she reached for it, pressing the button to wake the screen. The date glowed up at her, innocent and impossible.
September 15th.
"No," she breathed, her heart stuttering. "That's not right."
But it was. The date stared back at her, unchanging, undeniable. September 15th. Exactly one year before the Blood Moon Festival. One year before Jessy would lead her to those cliffs. One year before Mason would watch her die. One year before she lost everything.