~LYRA'S POV~
Ryland was standing beside my bed when I woke up.
I blinked at him. He was fully dressed, arms folded, looking at me with the particular expression he wore when he'd made a decision and was waiting for me to catch up to it.
"What's going on?"
"We're going out,"
I pushed myself up on one elbow.
"Going out where?"
"It's a surprise."
I looked at him for a long moment. "Ryland."
"Take your time and get ready." He smiled, a real one, the kind that didn't arrive on his face very often and meant something when it did.
"I'll be waiting whenever you're ready."
He left, and I sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the door for a moment before getting up.
