LYRA'S POV
I don't know when I fell asleep, but my subconscious became more alert. I felt someone near me.
What was going on? I don't know if I was sleeping or dreaming.
The person touched my hair, and I stirred. I thought it smelled like Devon.
“Devon?“ I whispered. Before I could confirm my theory, I woke up suddenly.
What made me know I wasn't dreaming was the sound of the receding footsteps. Someone was indeed here.
I wondered if it was Devon and if he was here because he missed me so much.
I sat up and almost hit my head on the railing. How did I even get to this point? I was such a careless sleeper.
I sat up and dusted myself. I could only imagine how crazy I looked. My hair was matted to my head. My clothes were stinking so badly. I contemplated just staying without clothe
