I shift uneasily on the sidewalk, adjusting my hood as I wait for Calais to come out of the restaurant with our dinner.
Last night, we had managed to sneak away from the palace without anyone spotting us. The journey here has been peaceful too. Just like every other time we are together, Calais holds my hand while I lean against him in the carriage, feeling calm and content.
Suddenly, a figure catches my eye - he is a meter away, his face twisted in anger and his clothing is worn and tattered. Can he be someone who Lyrica had ensnared and forgotten? Is he blocked from my memories too?
"Lyrica!" Calais calls as he approaches me.
I turn towards him, and I mirror the smile on his face. "What is it?" I ask.
"Look what I found for you," he says, grinning and shoving a book against my chest.
I take the book and open it. I can feel the magic along its edges and the unmistakable glimmer on its pages.
