LYRA'S POV
I couldn't stop laughing, even if I wanted to. It kept reeling out of me. One could say it was because I haven't had a reason to laugh in so long, but what he said just triggered the laughter in me.
My belly was aching, but I didn't stop.
“Lyra…”
“Hold on,“ I managed to say through my laughter.
“Lyra, look at me. I'm serious.“ I sobbed up a bit at the absolute seriousness in his face.
“You're serious?“
“Yes.“ It was his turn to sit down while I paced the living room.
“What are you even talking about? I'm a witch?“
“Yes.“
I sat down and let the absurdity of what he was saying sink in. How could I be? I mean, I'd know if I was a witch, right? All those cold, lonely nights I spent alone would have eliminated all my enemies. All of them.
“I don't believe you.“
“Look!”
