“Lyra, take Alistair,” Draven orders. “Galen, you take Isera. We need to buy the others time.” “Take?” Alistair blurts out. “What the hell do you mean take?” “It means climb on, hold on tight, and use your fucking magic to help us fight,” Draven snaps. Then his gaze shifts to me. “You’re with me. Get on.”
