Lyra’s POV
Lyra’s POV
A few stifled aristocratic giggles were followed by wild bursts of derisive laughter. All of a sudden, dozens of nobles started pointing at the dirty little border rat that had just been brought to her knees again.
“Oh, dear,” mocked Cassian in loud triumphant tones, fixing his glittering, sickly grinning eyes upon me. “I didn’t think the Vanguard trains its mutts how to walk normally. Just how clumsy you are, maid.”
Selena let out a merry ringing laugh that sounded like a silver scythe cleaving through the garden air.
“What a sad display! She can’t even handle a teapot properly. Tell the kitchen staff to prepare a mop, Cassian. Your stryge has dirtied my master’s path.”
The pain from the burn was indescribable. Even through my soaked black tunic, my skin felt l
