"Every rebellion needs a headquarters. Preferably one with good ventilation."
***
Lyra tilted her head. Her crimson eyes watched me with that intensity that still unnerved me sometimes. She was hanging on every word. Searching for the deeper meaning she was certain existed.
No pressure, Kaelen. Just don't say anything stupid.
"Every significant organization requires a headquarters. A location that embodies its principles." I gestured around the chamber with an open palm. Took in the tools, the anvil, the centuries of history written in stone and iron. "The Twilight Society isn't simply about rescuing a handful of students from their predetermined deaths. It's about reclaiming what was stolen from us. From all the people like us. The extras and the forgotten and the dismissed."
This forge symbolized everything the current hierarchy had attempted to erase.
