Lyra found Donovan sitting in the courtyard the next morning, parked in a patch of sunlight. His head was tilted back, eyes closed, as if he was soaking in every drop of warmth. A cup of coffee rested on a small table beside him.
She hovered nearby for a moment, just watching. It was a rare thing to see her brother so relaxed, his shoulders loose instead of hunched tight with worry.
Then his eyes cracked open and caught sight of her. He gave a tight smile. “Morning.”
“Hey,” she said, moving slowly to sit in the chair next to him. A night’s sleep had helped, but she still felt tired from yesterday’s events. “How are you feeling?”
Donovan let out a slow breath. “Weird. Maybe a little embarrassed.” He gave a rough laugh. “But otherwise okay.”
She hesitated, then reached over to rest her
