After arranging the clothes inside the closet, Lyra settled into the chair and resumed reading her mother's letter.
It was one of the few comforts that made her feel closer to her. Those words were a quiet assurance, giving her the strength to keep going.
Lyra had no memories of her mother, but through the letter, she had come to understand what a thoughtful and loving woman she must have been. A soft smile tugged at Lyra's lips as she continued reading, but it quickly faded when the chamber door flung open, and Cassian strode in.
Startled, Lyra hurriedly folded the letter and tucked it back into her bag before glancing up at him.
She swallowed hard. His disheveled hair and sweat-dampened face only made him look more ruggedly appealing. But the moment he cleared his throat, the spell was broken, and she quickly averted her gaze.
"What did you just hide?" Cassian asked, his sharp gaze catching the way she hastily shoved something into her bag.
