Lyra’s POv
A few hours ago…
I knew the sound of my father’s boots. Growing up, I had learned the sound of his footsteps so I was always out of his way before he stepped into the house. I hated that I had sent for him and even more, that he was...
Lyra’s POv
A few hours ago…
I knew the sound of my father’s boots. Growing up, I had learned the sound of his footsteps so I was always out of his way before he stepped into the house. I hated that I had sent for him and even more, that he was...