With effortless grace, she ushered them toward the dining area, suggesting they have dinner before continuing their conversation.
Rowan guided Lyra to the table, drew back her seat, and smoothed her gown before she sat. He bent slightly as he spoke in a gentle voice.
"Wait here. I'll get something for you."
Rowan left quickly, and her eyes followed his movements as he headed for the buffet.
Only then did she become aware of a faint shiver running through her. She rubbed her arm, an uneasy sensation settling in, as though someone were watching her.
Her gaze drifted across the room until it landed on the woman, seated at the far end of the table, some distance away.
Nova.
Lyra didn't look away immediately. Instead, she offered Nova a small smile and lifted her hand in a faint wave.
Nova seemed slightly startled and hesitated, but after a few seconds, she waved back, yet she didn't return the smile as a slight crease formed between her brows.
