Scarlett tilted her head, the amber of her eyes catching the flicker of the lanterns. “You’re looking for a lyfter?”
He gasped, and the vision faded, leaving him back in the shop, the feather warm in his hand. For the first time in months, Milo felt a clarity that cut through the fog of his doubts. scarlett shoplyfter
Milo’s eyebrows knit together. “A what?” Scarlett tilted her head, the amber of her
She handed the feather to him. As Milo gripped it, the shop’s hum grew louder, resonating with his own heartbeat. In an instant, the room dissolved into a swirling tapestry of places—mountains he’d never climbed, a bustling market where his maps would be sold, a quiet cottage by a river where a woman with eyes like his own waited. Milo’s eyebrows knit together