Lyra’s POV
Marcello had ordered that I was taken back to my cell. He felt that would break me but he didn’t know the kind of girl I was, I wasn’t a weakling. I was going to fight my way out of this one way or another.
“I can't occupy everywhere if it’s a joke to you. I’m a bit too slim and tall for that. I don’t have the luxury of blending into tight corners like a mouse or sliding between bars like some rogue in a fairy tale.” I tried to explain myself to Rebekah, who had appeared outside my cell with a glint in her eye that suggested she found all of this a bit too entertaining.
She sat down on the stone bench beside me—closer than I expected—like we were longtime friends catching up. Her face hovered near mine, scanning my expression with the curiosity of someone watching a particul
