Lyra’s Pov
“Chase, you’re not going fast enough!” I snapped, gripping the dashboard as we sped down the bumpy road.
He growled under his breath, hus hands tightly gripping the steering wheel. “I’m going as fast as I can, Lyra! What the f**k do you want me to do? Over speed, lose control, and kill us both?”
I looked away, chewing on my bottom lip. “I’m sorry. I just—God, I’m scared of what the outcome may be, what if we lose the book and that fire is the cottage itself. I’m freaking out.”
“Well, I’m freaking out too,” he shot back at me, his voice tight. “But if I start showing it, I might drive us straight into a tree. Will that help or kill us both?”
“I can’t die,” I muttered quietly.
He turned and glared at me for a second. “Yeah? Well, some of us aren’t immune.”
“Look out!” I sc
