"You should get changed," Elara said suddenly.
She stood up to her full height, looking down at Lyra. She started to move toward the wardrobe to pick out the clothes she wanted Lyra to wear, but then she paused. She turned back with a casual look on her face.
"Did you know that Max is in prison right now?" she asked, as if she were talking about the weather.
Lyra's eyes snapped up to her, wide and filled with instant worry. "Yes," Elara continued. "Because of you, I had to take drastic measures."
"What?" Lyra asked, her voice failing her. She struggled to get back to her feet, her legs shaking. "Prison? You locked her up? How could you do that? She's your sister!"
Elara pouted slightly, looking offended.
"It's unfair for you to blame me for this, Lyra," she reasoned. "After all, it wasn't my influence that made her so disrespectful to her family, was it?"
"Liar! It's your fault!" Lyra shouted back, more tears streaming down her face.
