Lyra's POV
“Lyra, wait."
I stopped in the dimly lit hallway, my heart pounding steadily, but loudly in my ears. I watched Ethan as he approached me.
“Yes?" I answered, feeling more edgy than ever before.
“You must tell Freya about this somehow. She has to make her testimony suit yours, else you'll pay for it."
I feigned ignorance.
“What do you mean by that? Suzanne was involved somehow, that's why I found her crest at the scene of the attack. I never said that she was the one who attacked Freya."
I enjoyed the confusion I provoked in him. His eyes darted from my face to my hands, probably checking for signs of inconsistency.
“Whatever it is you're doing, Lyra, I know that you set Suzanne up."
A strange fire burned in my chest.
“Why are you protecting Suzanne?! Does she work
