Chapter 9 Riding With My Greatest Nemesis

LYRA

THE NEXT DAY

DEAN: I know you’re mad at me, but you can’t just tell me not to pick you up for school. It’s our usual routine.

I let out a long breath, trying to steady the anger scraping at my chest. Balancing my backpack on one shoulder with one hand, I type back with the other.

ME: Usual ...

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