Chapter 37 Who's That Girl

Lyra

The woods draw a canopy above us, branches clawing at the fading strip of sky. I crouch low, every muscle taut, listening for any sign through the mind-link, but Serena’s voice is gone. 

“She’s been silent too long,” I whisper, turning toward Bram. 

He nods. “We can’t stay here. Patrols wi...

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