Chapter 61

Lyra

Jace screams and bangs on the windows, yet we are having a hard enough time keeping our eyes on our opponents as it is, when we crash through the porch and into the garden bed below.

My father doesn’t play fair. Not only does he stand back and watch his warriors try tearing us to shreds, he then joins the battle when Zyla’s already taken down two of them. Teeth and claws tear into us. My ba