The Temple That Should Not Open
Lyra's POV
"The enemy has been beside me all along."
My own voice sounded strange in my ears and I stared at the torn piece of cloth in my shaking hand.
Silver Crest. My pack. Kael's pack.
The place I once called home.
The symbol stared back at me like a cruel joke and then Kael stepped closer.
"Let me see it."
I then pulled my hand back at once but his face hardened.
"Lyra."
"No."
His jaw tightened. "You think I sent someone to kill you?"
"I do not know what to think anymore!"
My voice rose fast and pain punched my chest.
"I do not know who is lying, who is protecting me, who is using me, who is hunting me. I do not know anything!"
Darius moved closer too.
"Enough. We deal with this in the morning."
"No,"
