Lyra had stumbled down the stairs, unsure where she was going, just that she needed space from Jake. She found herself on the guest wing floor, knocking on Donovan’s door.
“Donnie?” she called.
“It’s unlocked,” came his voice.
He was staying in a large room with a king-sized bed and a nicely sized sitting area. She could tell a chair had been removed to give him more space to maneuver his wheelchair. Donovan sat on the couch, covered in a soft blanket, reading one of their mother’s journals.
“You look like shit.”
A tired laugh escaped her. “Yeah. Thanks.”
She flopped down beside him, dropping her head onto his shoulder. For a long moment, they sat in silence.
“Heard you visited a witch,” he said, closing the book.
“How’d you hear that?” She closed her eyes, not lifting her head.
“
