POV: Mina
I didn't sleep.
I sat on the edge of my bed and stared at Lyro's empty, disturbed sheets until the darkness outside the window started bleeding into grey dawn. My hands were clasped in my lap, perfectly still, while everything inside me was anything but.
The Trio had taken him.
I ran through the possibilities methodically, the way Rafe had taught me to think under pressure. Don't panic. Assess. Plan. Act.
Lyro wasn't dead. I was almost certain of that. Killing a student would create too much documentation, too many questions. The Trio was cruel but they were strategic, and strategy meant keeping leverage alive and functional.
They'd taken him because of what happened in the corridor. Because I'd intervened, used magic publicly, spoken out loud, and refused to back down. Th
