Lyra POV
The adrenaline is coursing through my body too quickly to allow for coherent thought.
The only thing I can think about is what will happen when the Ravagers catch me, which feels both impossible and inevitable right now. Can I really be about to die?
I’ll feel the first set of teeth tear into me. I know this with such certainty that it’s almost as if I can feel them already, severing my Achilles tendon, sending searing pain up my leg.
I’ll turn and kill the one who bites me first, of course. That one won’t have a chance. But I’ll be hobbled.
It’ll be the second one, or the third, that kills me.
And as I’m dying, I’ll hear the sound of Cassian fighting for his own life beside me.
Cassian’s like me. He won’t go down easily. He’ll fight until he can’t fight anymore. We’ll bot
