The next morning, I woke feeling more rested than I had in days. Lyra was gone, but she'd left a note on her pillow: "Getting us breakfast. Don't you dare leave this room until I'm back." I smiled at her bossy tone, so typical of my sister.
True to her word, Lyra returned fifteen minutes later balancing a tray loaded with eggs, toast, fruit, and two steaming mugs of herbal tea.
"Your guard wolves are ridiculous," she announced, kicking the door closed behind her. "You'd think I was trying to smuggle in weapons instead of scrambled eggs."
"They're just doing their job," I said, reaching eagerly for a mug of tea. The baby was doing somersaults this morning, and I hoped the warm liquid would calm him down.
Lyra sat cross-legged on the bed across from me. "So, what's your plan for today?"
