Chapter 22

Lyra

I don't say anything. Nothing at all.

Gideon steps forward, "Perhaps another time. She's anyway bruised to have any fun with us. Don't you think?"

Gage drops my hair. "You're right. Maybe tomorrow night—if we don't find someone better at the ball."

The two of them laugh at me before shifting and disappearing from my sight. I blink.

My body shaking with shock.

In order to come out,