Lyra’s POV
I crashed through the hideout door. Couldn’t breathe right. My side hurt from running. The fancy dress was ripped and covered in mud. I probably looked crazy.
Slap.
The hit came out of nowhere. It snapped my head sideways. My ear rang. The taste of blood filled my mouth.
“You i***t!” Silas’s voice cut through the ringing. He was right in front of me, eyes black with anger. “Running straight here? Are you trying to get me killed? Did you even check if someone followed you?”
I touched my throbbing cheek. “Where else was I supposed to go?” My voice sounded shaky. “It didn’t work. The plan… it fell apart.”
“I know it didn’t work!” he roared. Spit hit my face. “My man is in pieces because of her! And you’re here crying about it! Tell me why.”
“I did everything right!” I yelled
