Lyra's POV
What?!
The words echoed in my mind like a drumbeat. What was she talking about? I could barely grasp the meaning before Miss Caroline, she yanked my arm so forcefully that the world blurred before me. Pain shot up my shoulder like lightning, but my lips stayed sealed.
I wanted to scream, to lash out, but something in her ice-cold gaze made my chest tighten, and my tongue felt heavy. I managed to swallow the burning lump in my throat, forcing my breath into something resembling composure, even though the whole situation reeked of injustice.
"Lyra," she snapped, as if the name was a foul taste on her tongue. "Or whatever your name is, I don't have time for your questions. Get inside, now."
The venom in her voice made my stomach twist.
My body felt numb as she dragged me, the
