Just then, a knock on the door made them pull apart abruptly, both staring at each other in confusion.
"I know you are in there, Lyra. Open the door."
A beat of silence passed between them as they froze, neither daring to move.
"If you don't open the door, I will break it down and force my way in," the person on the other side threatened.
Lyra jumped down from the table, quickly placing a finger on Sevastian's lips to stop him from speaking. She had hoped she was mistaken about the voice, but there was no denying it now. This was a terrible time for a visitor.
"Please, hide in the dresser. He must not see you here," she whispered, keeping her voice as low as possible.
Picking up Sevastian's shirt, she handed it to him and gently pushed him toward the dresser. "Forgive me," she said with a tight smile before closing the dresser doors, sealing him inside.
Another knock sounded at the door, this time louder and more insistent.
