Wild Dreams [Story Collection]
“Call me when you’re done being crazy, Lyra. Or don’t. I’m tired of this.”
The door slammed behind him. The sound reverberated through the quiet apartment, leaving only the rain and my ragged breathing.
I stood there for a long moment, cheeks burning with shame and something else I couldn’t name. Slowly, I walked to the worktable.
My fingers trembled as I broke the crimson seal. The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older.