Lyra POV

Lyra looks at him irritably and knows precisely what he's looking at.

The circles are hypnotising and almost impossible to hide with other tattoos because of their ink.

"Stop it. You can Google it if you want to see a picture of it," she scowls, snatching her clothes up from the chair next to the attached bathroom and storming into it.

She clambered into her jumper and a skirt her mother must have dropped off.

The Wilcots were used to their eldest daughter ending up in a hospital bed, so the worry had long dispersed.

Fixing her hair and patting down the bandage, she stomps out of the...