When had Saoirse ever been humiliated like this?
Lyra shook her head. "You're the one who said your physical condition's gone downhill, which means you're not feeling well. Staying here won't help either of you rest. I'm simply making a reasonable choice under the circumstances."
But for some reason, looking at Saoirse across the room, Lyra felt an unfamiliar sense of discomfort.
She couldn't help it. Even though Saoirse was speaking to her, she kept casting glances at Veil from the corner of her eye—glances laced with subtle, unspoken meaning. It was like there was something between the two of them, something she couldn't see but could definitely feel.
And that made Lyra deeply uneasy, as if something important to her was being quietly taken away.
Had it not been for her own frustration, she might never have said those things aloud.
