LYRA’S POV
The idea came from Caspian three days after the nightmare.
I sat in the library trying to read one of the heavy books he'd given me, but the words just blurred together on the page. My mind kept drifting back to the darkness. To the feeling of straps tight around my wrists.
"You need something else to focus on," Caspian said from the doorway. He leaned against the frame with his arms crossed. He looked more tired than angry now. "Something that isn't these walls."
I didn't look up. "What, like a hobby? Should I start knitting?"
"Like an education," he said, his voice even. "Raphael teaches a literature class at the city university. Twice a week. It's part of our cover. Normal pack members with normal lives. You've been signed up. You start tomorrow."
My head jerked up. "Si
