Lyra’s POV

I held on to the bracelet. “Why do you have it?”

She sat down and shook her head. “This is all wrong.”

What was wrong? Who the hell were these people? I was losing my patience by the minute.

“I need you to start telling me where you got that bracelet,” I said, voice rising. “It belongs to my mother so you should know how important it is to me.”

She glanced at me and looked away.

“Start talking!”

“Hybrids…” she started, then stopped. It felt like an eternity later before she stood up and continued. She moved to the altar, dusting it. “We were only hybrids…a special...