Lyra POV
I prowl the woods a short distance from where Milo is hunting, hoping that I can unearth some small game and chase it toward him. We’ve known each other for such a short time—only two days, really—but it feels like much longer. Maybe the stress of Cassian’s betrayal is bringing us together or something.
Anyway, the upshot is that hunting with him already feels like something I’ve been doing my whole life. And I’m eager to lose myself in it, to forget the breakdown I had last night. That was a little embarrassing.
Because really, who cares about Cassian? I don’t. I let myself start to care about him for a moment there, but I’ve known all along that he was a cocky son of a b***h. He’s never dealt honestly with me.
I’m lucky he’s gone.
I startle a chipmunk and try to drive it i
