“I should keep you here with me,” he murmurs for me alone. “I—” He looks me right in the eyes. “I won’t, Lyra. I wouldn’t do that to you. Even if it means we end up enemies.” My hand, still resting on his back, curls into his shirt. “Hades.” His name comes out as a whisper. And he closes his eyes against it. “Go, my star. Before I change my mind.”
