CHAPTER 212: Paranoia

LYRA

It's one thing to have a bounty on my head and a whole other thing to get stabbed in the back and then return from death. It does things, and it did.

I don't sleep anymore, not properly. My body rests, but my mind never stops pacing. I see things that aren't there, think of things that don't exist and hear names whispered into my ear.

Sometimes I think I brought something back with me—someone