I woke up in bed, my head throbbing and all my body stinging slightly, as the smell of herbs filled the room around me. How did I get into bed? Wasn't I working with Mara in her den?
As I strained my memory, images started to flood back, and my heart began to race. I'd caused an explosion and there was a shadowed figure. He tried to hurt Mara. He could still be here.
I looked down and saw Flynn sleeping next to me. I tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over me.
''Flynn!'' I reached out and shook his shoulder.
Flynn's eyes shot open, and he looked relived, ''LYRA!'' He shouted, as he sat up, and pulled me into his arms.
''Flynn, you have to warn the others, there's some kind of shadowy figure in Arin's witch's den, you.''
''Shh,'' He hushed me, as he placed his hand over
