Lyra's POV
I tried to avoid Lori, but I couldn't. Like a force was compelling me, my feet were heavy, rooted to the spot. She rammed into me, pushing so much energy into me. I staggered and shut my eyes tight, shivering as intense heat consumed me, drilling into my bones.
I opened my eyes gently, and Zarek was shaking me by my shoulders vigorously. "Lyra. Lyra." He screamed, his voice tearing down my eardrums.
I winced, pulling my eyes open wider, taking in the whole of his face and much of the forest behind him. He sighed, dropping back a bit from my line of sight. "You scared me, Lyra. You were shaking terribly. I thought something bad had happened to you in your mind." He sighed again.
I wasn't listening to him. His voice sounded like it was coming from a mile away, fading with each word he uttered. My mind was trapped elsewhere. Why had Lori killed so many people to get a dagger? Why had she run into me with such force instead of just touching my head like the others did?
