Penelope's POV

Fuck you, Timothy. Fuck you, Frostfang Pack.

I stare at myself in the bathroom mirror, my reflection blotchy and swollen from all the days of crying. My eyes are red, my hair's a mess, and I look like exactly what everyone thinks I am pathetic.

But I'm done with that.

"Finally," Lyra says in my head, her voice sharp with approval. "I was wondering when you'd get angry instead of just sad."

I splash cold water on my face and make a decision. If Timothy Blackthorn wants to treat me ...