Lyra POV

Lyra wakes up the next morning to somebody banging on her bedroom door.

Well, it isn't her bedroom, and she doesn't know how she got to this room, but she's fully clothed and tucked in like a burrito, so she knows one of the girls probably put her to bed.

She has a slight headache, made worse by the banging on the door, but she doesn't move.

"Where is he?" She croaks out loud, and Sonya sighs dramatically.

He isn't here, you dumb bitch, she responds and Lyra Furrows her brows.

Where is he, then? she asks, her tone a little sad.

I don't know, probably his room....