Lyra's POV
I didn’t plan to ask the question.
It just… slipped.
But once it left my lips, the whole camp went quiet. Even the fire stopped crackling, like it was waiting, too.
“Who was the witch that helped us during the battle?”
Orion did not react.
He just gazed at the fire. Still. Silent. His hold on the bottle of wine tightened infinitesimally, though.
That alone was enough to make me aware that this was no random witch.
I sat there, watching him. "Orion?" I spoke softly this time.
He turned to me at last.
There was something in his eyes that eluded me. Pain, maybe. Or memory. Or both
"She's someone you all will meet soon," he whispered.
That was it. No name. No history. Nothing more.
Kira blinked. "So you're not going to say who she is?"
Orion sipped from the wine. "No."
