Cyra

Twenty million dollars. My father sold me out for twenty million dollars.

“At least I’m not cheap,” I murmur.

I feel Piper’s arm come around me. “Try to eat something. You know Yorick will ask if you ate when you talk to him later,” she says softly.

I nod. I know he will.

“Hijack said he has some ideas and Yorick said he has some ideas too. Remember, you’re not alone anymore, Cyra. You have people who love you and people who are willing to fight for you,” Landon ...