Miller stood before Lyra, his face pale as a ghost, eyes sunken and red with fury. "You healed Cohen and the others, but you deliberately left me out!"
Everyone else who had suffered from Caius's psychokinesis attack had been restored—everyone except him. His own psychokinetic powers were left shattered, irreversibly weakened.
Lyra stepped closer, her voice dropping to a menacing whisper. "Shouldn't you be reporting this 'workplace injury' to the Channing family? I'm surprised you even have the guts to come barking at me."
Miller's face blanched, realization dawning. She knew about his secret deal with Caius, how he had quietly helped the Supreme infiltrate Wyrmtrace.
"Miller." Lyra's sudden call of his name made him look up, meeting her gaze—her eyes dark and penetrating, slicing right through him.
For a split second, it felt like invisible knives were tearing through his mind, twisting, ripping his thoughts apart.
"Aaaargh!"
