LYRA'S POV
I was still pressed against the wall while Aldric Voss's name turned over and over in my mind like something that refused to settle, when the sound came.
Metal against metal.
The door handle.
My head snapped toward it.
Someone was trying to open it from the outside without knocking. Not announcing themselves. Just the quiet deliberate sound of a handle being tested and the soft resistance of a lock that was still holding.
Oh no.
I moved before I finished the thought, pushing off the wall and crossing the room in quick silent steps toward the bathroom door. My hand hit the handle and pushed.
It doesn't open.
I pushed again harder.
Nothing.
My forehead dropped against the wood with a dull thud that I immediately regretted.
The lock.
Lucian had locked it last night after I shifted . I had heard the click of it myself and thought nothing of it at the time because I had been too occupied with everything else to calculate what it would mean this morning.
