Chapter 41—An Apology in a Whisper
Lyra's point of view
The dungeon smelled like wet stone and fear.
The flames on the torches along the walls were low and restless, as if they knew secrets were about to be revealed. The rogue was chained to an iron ring and was slumped over but awake. One eye was swollen shut, and blood was drying at his mouth.
He smiled when he saw me.
Raine growled next to me. Low. Dangerous.
"Be careful," the rogue said in a rough voice. "She isn't yours."
I raised my hand a little. Raine stopped right away.
That still shocked me.
I said, "We're not here to play games." "You said you had information."
The rogue laughed, then winced. "I do." But not for free.
Raine stepped up. "You'll talk."
The rogue looked at him with a smile. "You don't scare me anymore,
