POV: Lyra

“I would burn the world before I let it cage my son.”

“I know you’re listening.”

The words left my mouth before I could stop them, they were not loud, they did not need to be. The air in the room tightened anyway, like something unseen had leaned closer.

Kenny slept curled on his side, lashes resting against his cheeks, one small hand fisted in the edge of the blanket. His breathing was even, ever since he came back from the Void, his sleep had carried a depth that unsettled ...