Chapter 93

Lyra looked at her phone for the fifth time. It was exactly eleven o’clock.

She sat on her bed for a long time, listening.

No footsteps. No voices. Just the hum of the air conditioner and the faint tick of the hallway clock. Everyone sounded asleep.

Finally.

She put her high heels inside a bag and slipped on her sneakers, keeping her movements slow so the laces would not squeak. Lambert lifted his