LYRA
I caught up to them just outside the east wing. Zeviar moved with purpose, his pace quick and sure, while Darius followed close behind, clutching a folder under his arm. Neither glanced back when I slipped into step beside them.
“Where are you headed?” I asked.
“The dungeon,” Zeviar said without hesitation.
“I’m coming with you.”
“No.”
“Zeviar…”
“It’s not a place for you, Lyra.” He didn’t slow down. “It’s dark. Dangerous. And what happens in that room... it’s not something you need to see.”
“I’ve faced darkness and danger before.”
“Not like this.”
“Then let me decide for myself.”
“Go back to the room. I’ll tell you what we find.”
I stopped walking. He took three more steps, then the silence behind him finally registered. He spun around.
“I’m not human,” I said, steadying
