Wilder's POV
Regine sends me to get Lyra first thing in the morning.
“If we’re doing this,” she says, “let’s do it. I don’t want to wait around all day.”
So it is that I find myself outside Lyra’s curtain-door shortly after sunrise. I raise my hand to knock on the wall—
The curtain is pulled aside.
It’s the other hybrid. The man who always looks as if someone has just spit in his soup.
“I want a f*****g word with you,” he growls.
I’m not about to put up with this. I haven’t done anything to this guy.
“I’m here to see Lyra.”
“I’m aware that you’re here to see Lyra,” he says. “But you’re going to talk to me first because I know what people like you do to people like her. I should never have brought her here.”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
I was pissed off at him, but now I’m just co
