Chapter 15

LYRA

I hear the curtains in Andrew’s bedroom fling open and the morning sunlight hits my face. Letting out an irritated groan, I pull the covers over my head and try to go back to sleep. Feeling the bed dip beside me, I am suddenly bouncing up and down. I rip the covers off of my head and glare up into Andrew’s amused green eyes. Andrew is standing over me jumping up and down on his bed like a child.

“What are you, five years old?” I groan as I cover my head with my pillow.

The pillow is ripped from my head and Andrew begins to jump up and down and smack me in the face with pillow. “Wakey, Wakey,” he taunts as he continues his assault. “Today you are spending the day with Alva.”

At Alva’s name I perk up. “You should have said so.” Sitting up, I push Andrew out of the way, and he tumbles off the side of the bed landing on the floor with a thud. Without a second glance at Andrew I rush to th