Lyra
I kept my eyes shut and my body lax, pretending to be unconscious like Caine told me to.
My heart, though, was slamming hard against my ribs.
Around me, I heard the shuffle of feet and the rustle of gloves.
I saw Dr. Sheila approach with a tray from the corner of my eyes. She handed it over to Caine. “This is the—“
A loud explosion from outside the room cut her off mid-sentence. The blast sent me tumbling sideways across the bed. I almost cried out in pain but bit it back, keeping still. Laika stirred restlessly, panicking.
“What the hell was that?” Someone asked.
After that, a high-pitched ringing filled the air, followed by a telephone ringing.
“Damn it.” Dr. Sheila hissed under her breath. “What is it? I told you not to call during—“ she paused suddenly. “Wait, what? W
