Cassian POV
I’m glad to get out of the high rise in the morning. I still feel uneasy, though, because Lyra still has those freakish symbols written on her arm. She’s studying them as if they contain the secrets of the universe.
I’d set my arm on fire before I’d write that kind of freaky s**t on my own body. I mean, to each their own, I guess, but I don’t know how she can have those there and not feel like peeling her skin off.
“The coven,” she says as we make our way down the road. “We’re going there today. Right?”
“Well, we’re probably not going to get there today,” I say.
“What? Why not?”
“This is a big city!” I tell her. “Do you think we can cross the whole thing in a single day?”
“We can if we shift,” she says. “Go on, strip down. I’ll carry your clothes again.”
She’s right, o
