LYRA'S POV
I stare at the bathroom door, craning my neck and squinting, trying to determine if what I'm seeing is real.
I could swear that door wasn't there an hour ago. I rub my eyes, look again, and it's still there.
"What are you doing?" Zade's voice comes out of nowhere, making me flinch. I stand up straight, quickly shifting my gaze to him.
Workers suddenly start strolling into the room, carrying all sorts of items. My attention lingers on a folded-up red lingerie set in a maiden's arms.
I glance back at Zade, and my suspicions are confirmed—he saw it too. I can already tell he's imagined far too much and will surely be disappointed.
"Can you explain to me how that bathroom got there?" I ask, pointing at the door hysterically, impatient for an answer.
