Chapter 41 Reunion

• Lyra's POV
• Blake and I rode toward his friend’s location. He had managed to reach him through the walkie-talkie and was close to Grandpa, but the signal was too weak. My guess was Grandpa was on the other side of the mountain with Mr. Rein—that was the only explanation. This poor signal had happened a few times before whenever I tried using the walkie-talkie.
• Blake’s friend stood tall, like him, clutching an M1918 Browning Automatic Rifle. Even in the dim light, his silvery-white hair caught my attention, as if dyed under the spell of a magician. His eyes were wildcat sharp—alert, fierce. When I met his gaze, I saw a focus unlike anything I’d ever encountered.