In her paranoia, the glass jar had fallen from her hands and shattered into a hundred pieces on the floor.
"Where is Lyra? Where is Lyra?" She shot, running out of the room without waiting for a response.
Nandi stared wide-eyed at the broken pieces of glass on the floor, her heart thudding violently against her ribs. The broken shards sparkled like cursed stars, their glint mocking her silence.
She flinched as the Luna's frantic footsteps faded down the hallway, her voice still echoing: "Lyra? Lyra? Lyra my beloved daughter" like one confused by a realization.
For a moment, Nandi didn't move—her breath caught between confusion and rising fear. What had just happened? Why had the Luna looked so horrified? Why that particular jar?
Although it looked exactly like the one she had been shown in the court room and accused of using, she hadn't let her hope falter even for a second trusting where she had hidden it.
