Chapter 129

**Lyra

“Ooo, how about Great Aunt Edith’s necklace? It’s cheap and gaudy and it won’t matter if it gets blood on it or gets sliced in half. Got to have Lyra ready for the chopping block,” my twin sister, Eris, said as she and our stepmother, Lenora, rummaged through a trunk.

It was full of old, musty things that neither of them were willing to wear—even sadder than my usual wardrobe. Eris had said