CHAPTER TEN:
The call came at 5:40 in the morning, and Lyra knew before she was fully awake that something had gone wrong, because Dimitri never raised his voice, and through the wall she could hear him raising it.
She was in the hallway in under a minute, still in the shirt she'd slept in, and found him already dressed — fully dressed, at that hour, like he hadn't gone to bed at all — standing at the top of the stairs with his phone pressed to his ear and an expression that made her stomach drop before he said a single word she understood.
"Where," he said. Not a question. A demand. "How long ago." A pause, and something in his face went to stone. "Get the house locked down. Now. I want eyes on every entrance before the sun's fully up."
He hung up. I looked at her standing there in th
