LYRA
The room was cold.
I sat on the edge of a narrow bed, my hands clasped tightly in my lap to keep them from shaking. Fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting everything in harsh white light. There were no windows and there was no other door except the one the guards had locked behind me.
I was alone.
Or I was supposed to be.
"Breathe," Sky said softly.
“I'm trying,” I fired back.
"You're panicking."
“Of course I'm panicking!” I snapped internally. “They're going to take my blood. They're going to know.”
"We don't know that yet."
“You said they'd find out. You told me not to let them take it.”
Sky was quiet for a moment. When she spoke again, her voice was gentler.
"I said it was dangerous. I didn't say we couldn't survive it."
I pressed my palms against my eyes, trying
