Lyra’s POV 

I stirred, turning over and trying to open my bleary eyes. My head felt heavy, like a block of wood, but it was the searing headache that made me wince. What had they mixed in my drink to make me feel this way? A shudder went down my spine at the thought of what could have happened to me. Was it a nightmare? 

I opened my eyes and found myself in my bedroom, safe and sound. Yet the splitting headache and the horrible taste in my mouth were proof that it wasn’t a nightmare. Last ...