LYRA'S POV
I am surprised Zade is not shouting or banging at the door like a madman. His silence only makes my heart race. I look around at the bathroom, which is the size of my room back at home.
I don't know if Zade lied to me about the capacity of his gifts or if they can simply do more, like create a mirage that allows him to walk through things.
Stop overthinking, Lyra.
I run my palms through my hair and sigh.
Luckily, there is a nightgown here that doesn't look overly expensive and wouldn't cause me discomfort. The workers even had the bathroom decorated in red, rosy designs.
I look at the counter—there are numerous cosmetics I have only been privileged to see on posters. I have trained myself not to envy things I know I would never be lucky to have.
