Moving Mountains

“Where is he?” she asked. Her voice was thin, trembling. “Thorne…”

Silas’s expression didn’t change, but his gaze turned sharp.

“Gone,” he said simply. “You won’t have to worry about him again.”

Lyra’s breathing quickened. “No—I need to know. He said things. He was going to—he…”

She couldn’t finish.

Leo gripped her hand tighter. Ms. Mabel rubbed her shoulder.

Silas stepped forward, voice low