CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: BREACH
"They found the storage unit."
Lyra's stomach dropped straight through the floor. "How."
"I don't know yet. That's what I'm about to find out." Dimitri was already moving, phone still in hand, pulling her along the hallway with a grip that had gone urgent instead of tender. "Get dressed. Now."
"Tell me what's happening first."
"I will. In the car." He stopped just long enough to look at her, and whatever softness had lived in his face ten minutes ago in front of the mountain photograph was gone, replaced by the version of him that ran a war she'd only started to understand the shape of. "Lyra. Please. Not right now."
She went.
Twenty minutes later they were in the back of a black SUV, a driver she didn't recognize navigating the pre-dawn streets with a spee
