Lyra's POV**

The forest was quiet in that heavy way that meant we were either completely safe or walking into another trap. After tonight, I was inclined to assume the latter.

My hands were still shaking from the tunnel collapse. Not from fear—though there'd been plenty of that—but from the electrical energy that was still coursing through my system. Weather manipulation always left me buzzing with residual power, but tonight had been different. Tonight I'd channeled grief and rage into ...