Lyre waits until I'm calm again, her chin still resting in her palm as she watches me.
"I don't get it," I finally admit, scrubbing my hands over my face again. It's not that I'm trying to hide, but just… the pressure and darkness helps me feel a little better. A little less dizzy and lost with the information thrown at me.
Anchors. Divinity. Gods. Fate…
"What don't you get?"
"Everything. I understand what you're saying, it just… doesn't feel real." Like Lyre's making up a story.
"Hmm." Her fingers tap against the table again. "Well, it's understandable. You'll come to know more with time, but it's against us at the moment. More importantly, Grace, there are things you need to do, now that Chaos has opened your door."
Somehow, I know I'm not going to like whatever she has to say.
"What things?"
