He leaves. I slam the door behind him and lock it. The deadbolt slides home with a click that echoes too loud. Then I slide down to the floor, my back against the wood, and finally let myself shake.

The tremors start in my hands and spread through my whole body. My teeth chatter. My breath comes in short, sharp gasps.

Lyra is snarling in my mind. Angry and protective and still ready to fight. "He's dangerous."

"I know." I hug my knees to my chest, making myself small. "But it's over now."

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