'If you want the truth about your mother, Lyra, you must come away with me now.
I looked at Lady Marcy.
Blood dripped from her fingers, onto the marble.
She'd been the closest thing I had to family for twenty years. She fed me. She clothed me. She disciplined me. Every day, she reminded me that I was lucky to be allowed to stay.
Silver eyes now stared down at Victor's body.
She was asking me to believe her.
I couldn't. "Keep your distance from me."
Marcy paused.
Her expression broke. "Lyra—
"Don't.
My voice shook. But I didn't back down. "You lied to me.
A tear slipped down her cheek. 'I know.'
“You knew my mother?”
"Yup.
"You knew she was alive?"The answer came fast enough to make my chest tighten.
Marcy looked away. "I knew she could."
“Could be?”
Fury built up inside me
