Lyra’s POV
I didn’t sleep again after that. My body lay still, but my mind raced endlessly.
‘You shouldn’t have found it.’ I thought to myself.
‘Found what, exactly?’
‘The crest, or the truth it represented?’
Suzanne’s return was too convenient, too measured. And the crest—what was it doing under her bed, if she hadn't been in possession of it?
I kept rolling over her words in my head.
“Oh! Everyone is asleep. They make it so easy.”
What did we make so easy for her?
I did not remember when I slept off but I know the morning came slowly. I watched the beams of sunlight creep across the window before I stood up from bed.
Suzanne was already up, her sheets neatly arranged like they hadn’t been used at all. Her hair was tied in the same auburn bun she always wore, neat and deceivin
