88 - Time to Sing

**Lyra POV**

I am again awoken by hands on my wrists. I look up and see my father with brass keys in his hands. He has a terrified look on his face.

**BOOM! **

"Oh, my sweet child. I am so sorry!" He says sympathetically, he moves a stray piece of my bloody hair out of my face. I see water brimming his eyes. "I thought if I could get close to him, pledge my services, I could keep him away from you