I stood there staring at Morgana as Elias stood by my side, his hand brushing against mine as if to ground me. She was on the other side of a strange-looking bench, its wood dark and twisted, almost alive, and perched on top of it was what looked like a crystal ball, or something far older, glowing faintly as though it held secrets waiting to be revealed.
“I guess it’s just us now.” I said.
“That’s not the last you’ve heard from Arthur.” She said.
“I know. But he’s not here. You’re going to tell me everything that you know or we will rip you to shreds.” I said.
“I’m on your side Lyra.” She said.
“Prove it.” I said.
“You don’t need Arthur. You don’t even need Elias. You can do this on your own.” She said.
“I’m not leaving Elias. You should know that by now.” I growled.
“I can
