Lyra POV
“You can take her blindfold off now, Sam,” Bruce says. “She’s contained. It doesn’t matter what she sees.”
So Sam is the other man here. I know him, of course. I know everyone in the pack. He’s a couple of years older than I am, and he’s always been the kind of guy to run around acting as if he’s superior to everyone around him. In a fair fight, I honestly would like my chances against him. He’s so cocky that he’s never learned technique, never learned to be aware of his surroundings at all times the way I have.
Which is a pretty ironic thing to think, considering that I’m only in this situation because these two got the drop on me.
I shouldn’t have slept out in the open. That was stupid.
“Are you sure we should take it off her?” Sam asks. “She kicked me.” He sounds surly, a
