Lyra's Pov
I shut the door behind me, Jen’s excitement still lingering in the room.
It is mid-afternoon, and she has just left for her date with Alex, the warlock. I still do not know what he looks like, though she had certainly tried to paint a picture.
"Classic tall, dark and handsome," she had said, practically vibrating beside her wardrobe. "Dry sense of humour. Very good hands."
"Hands?"
"Artist hands."
"That did not clarify as much as you think."
She had only grinned.
Now the room feels oddly quiet without her.
I open my laptop and sigh.
Why did I say all swaps had to go through me? This is insanity.
Because they are single patrols now, Astraea says. It matters who the swap is with. You cannot have three omegas out there with no counterbalance.
I stare at the highlighted
