Chapter 45

Lyra

I didn't want people to die. I really don't.

"No—what?" I blink at him, flabbergasted. Is he joking? He has to be. "What do you mean by that?"

"It's an itch that needs to be scratched," He admits to me, his tone completely serious, unhinged. "And there's something I need to take back from Silas. Killing would be sufficient for me to take it back. Don't you think so, Lyra?"