Time To Start Our Next Fight

Declan

Lyra swears she’s fine.

She can ‘totally help’ take care of the wounded.

But the minute I made her sit in the back of one of our SUVs, she passed out from exhaustion, which made it easier for me to lock her in there without an argument.

“Did you really just put ten guards on the SUV because she is sleeping in there?” Cassian asks as we continue our search for Nolan. Vladimir remains snarlin