LYRA'S POV
It's been officially seven days since I got dragged into this hellhole. Even though they were making me more comfortable for reasons I wasn't sure of, I can't say that I'm adjusting to it.
I still don't know when next I'm going to get dragged out of bed so they can wash me thoroughly in preparation for the ritual.
I sighed. I wish they would even let me out of this room. To feel the sunlight on my skin and breathe in the fresh air.
I only ever saw the sun rising or settling through my window, but that was the extent of it. The single window in the room was welded shut, so it reduced my chances of escaping.
Even Tori couldn't find out when they were going to do it next. I sighed. The most puzzling thing in all this is that Casey was never reported missing.
I even tried to f
