Lyra's POV
Rowena's stare bore into me like she was witnessing something impossible. Her lips parted and closed repeatedly, struggling to find words that refused to materialize.
"This doesn't make sense," Rowena whispered, her voice climbing higher with confusion. "What are you talking about? Someone needs help? Lyra, look at your hand. Can you see what I'm seeing? It's actually glowing."
The azure radiance pulsed beneath my skin once more. It flowed like liquid moonlight trapped under transparent flesh.
"This isn't the first time," I admitted.
"What do you mean it's not the first time?" Rowena's fingers dug deeper into my shoulders. "When has this happened before?"
I gazed down at my palms. The luminescence flickered and faded but remained stubbornly visible.
