I feel furious at the fact that Lyra has been kidnapped, and all he can do is be in another woman's company when he promised to claim Lyra as his own.

"What the fuck, Kessler," he says, touching his bleeding nose.

At this point, I don't care. I boom in anger, "Where the fuck is Lyra?"

His face becomes somber as he realizes the reason for my outburst. He says nothing but stares into space.

I stride toward him, my fists clenched in fury. "Answer me, damn it! What have you done with her?"

Conor's gaze remains fixed on some distant point, his expression unreadable. "I... I don't know," he...