Lyra's POV
I turned the door knob and slid quietly into the room. Anya was fast asleep, and so was Freya. In the darkness, Saana's bed seemed empty.
“Where did they take you?"
I almost jumped out of my skin when her palm landed softly on my shoulder.
Why was she behind me? Her voice was very low, but soft.
“Nothing important. It wasn't Elder Mordecai anyway. Lady Seraphina just wanted to scold me some more."
I shuddered at my own response. Is this how I was starting off? Lying to the only person who genuinely cares about me right now? I lowered my head in shame.
“Okay. I think you should be off to bed then. The days following today are going to be way longer than you ever imagined," she advised softly.
“Why so? Will the hours be added to?" I tried to sound as casual as possible.
