Rylan

Lyra pressed her lips into a thin line.

“Tell them not to stop me again or I'll take matters into my own hands.” She spoke with so much authority and it amused me.

Either she didn't know that she was too cute to be acting so fierce or she didn't care.

“You speak about going to the farm. What are you doing at the farm and why are you taking food to the farmers?” She bit her lower lip as though she had no time to answer my questions.

“They are working for me and I believe ...