The carriage rolled forward through forested hills, afternoon sun filtering through the canopy in shafts of golden light that painted the interior with moving patterns.
Seven days had elapsed since their departure from the Kaiser estate, and the rhythm of their journey had evolved into a state that was simultaneously comfortable and arduous.
Jack sat across from Lyra, his eyes closed in a false meditative state as he fought the bracelet's constant influence.
Just seven more days until the bet is concluded, and he could ask Zephyros how to break Aurora's curse.
Seven days of watching Lyra shift position to get comfortable, staring at her fitted waistband, emphasizing curves that the bracelet refused to let him ignore.
It was exhausting.
"Jack," Lyra's soft voice broke through his concentration. "Are you alright? You've been meditating for hours."
