Lyra Sinclair's POV
We were hiding in a small cave near Silver Lake. Outside, rain pounded the ground as if trying to wash away our tracks. Elias and Charles stood guard at the door while Amara's mother slept fitfully nearby.
I opened my worn leather bag and pulled out my grandmother's notebook. The pages were yellow with age, but the drawings inside fit what was happening on Amara's skin.
"Look," I said, pointing to a sketch of entwined symbols. "These markings appeared on a girl two hundred years ago. My grandmother was there."
Amara traced the drawing with her finger. "What does it mean?"
"It means you're more than just Starborn." I took a deep breath. "You're a Chimera."
Her forehead wrinkled in confusion. "A what?"
"A supernatural being with powers from multiple species," I explained. "The book Thalia sent you—did you look inside it yet?"
