Lyra's POV
“I don’t believe it,” Cassian says.
He’s peeking through the curtain at the hallway beyond. I look up from my can of beans.
“What?”
“He’s back again,” Cassian says. “Doesn’t he have anything else to do?”
He can only mean Wilder. I get to my feet.
“He can hear you through the curtain, you know,” I say.
Cassian shrugs. “Wasn’t being quiet.”
I roll my eyes at him and go to the door. I pull back the curtain to see Wilder standing there, leaning up against the opposite wall.
“Want to come in?” I ask him.
He glances over my shoulder at Cassian, and at Milo, who is staring out the window at who even knows what.
“I don’t think they want me to.”
“It’s your home, not theirs.”
He shrugs. “I just came to see if any of you wanted to talk about what to expect tomorrow.”
I look
