“Then you are exactly as common as you appear,” Sorev snapped, his voice dripping in venom. Lyra closed her eyes for the space of one breath and reopened them, pushing back the fear creeping up her throat. He was needling Nesrin because he knew what sharp people did when offended. They lost patience; they rushed. If that happened, her throat would open before any of them reached him.
Lyra couldn’t let this fall apart because she would be the first casualty, and Kade would have no chance. She didn’t want to wait another lifetime to find him.
“You could have been out before Merrow’s body was cold. Instead, you waited for us to come looking.”
She tried to control the rise of her chest as she breathed. Sorev’s hand still shook slightly, but she could almost feel his mind racing. Nesrin’s
