"Are you going to leave Miss Elara?"
Jamie asked the question with absolutely no qualms, standing tall in the doorway directly in front of them. Her eyes were sharp, cold, and entirely indifferent, landing on Lyra with no visible remorse.
Lyra started to tremble at the mere sight of her, her body shaking as the recurring nightmare threatened to pull her under again.
"Miss Lyra, are you really going to just walk away from her?"
"Elara herself explicitly allowed her to leave," Max shot back, stepping forward with a fierce, protective glare. "So this is absolutely none of your concern."
Max blocked Jamie from stepping any closer to Lyra. At the movement, the fixer's cold attention shifted directly onto her.
"You think you're any different from your sister?" Jamie asked Max critically. Max bristled instantly at the heavy implication.
