Lyra felt impossibly heavy, as if someone had poured lead into her veins. She tried to open her eyes, but even her eyelids were thick and uncooperative. A soft groan slipped from her throat. She wanted to move, to reach out, but her body refused to cooperate.
“Lyr?”
A warm hand cupped her cheek, sending a familiar cascade of tingles through her skin.
She let out another faint groan, struggling to make her lips work.
“It’s okay,” Jake whispered. He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I’m right here. Just relax.”
“Is she waking up?”
The voice was familiar, though it felt far away. Her mind slogged through the fog, trying to place it.
“I don’t know.” Jake’s voice was tight with worry, and the sound made something twist painfully inside her. She wanted to see him, to find his bright
