Cassian POV
I know I’m being a d**k to her, this woman with the dark, wild hair and fiery eyes. I know my bad attitude is the reason she’s refusing to help me.
But I’ve been locked in this dog cage for the past four days. Anyone would be a d**k after four days of this. I don’t feel like I owe her any particular kindness. It’s not like she’s been nice to me, right?
If she lets me out, I’ll be nice.
“What’s your name?” I ask her.
She folds her arms across her ample chest and says nothing.
“Oh, what, I told you my name but you’re too special to tell me yours?”
She sighs.
“Lyra,” she says. “My name is Lyra.”
“There, was that so hard?”
She scowls at me, and immediately I sort of wish I could take that back. I really am being a d**k about this.
“Just let me out,” I tell her. “Then
