Chapter 75: Burn a little

Talia "Don't be like that, Cressida," Lyra said as she grabbed the older woman's arm. "Why not?" she said. "It's her fault. I said it. It is her fault. And I'm not blaming her, but it is her fault that he's dead. My little nephew is dead. And I know you're going to have some more, but let this be a sound warning to you, Talia. Trust has to be earned. The two of them, even though they're dead and I wish I could kill them again, did not earn your trust. They must have been from your pack. Your former pack," Lyra echoed beside her. "Either way, I'm not going to accept your apology so easily." Cressida sighed and stormed out of Lyra's house. "I had to lie to her to bring her here," Lyra said. "It wasn't easy, but I told her she'd have moon cakes. Would you like some?" Lyra asked me. "Yes, please," I said nervously as I began to twiddle my fingers. Lyra came back a few seconds later and set a tray of lotus-shaped moon cakes. "Have some," she said, taking a seat and staring at me. "Th