Lyra wiped her hands on a cloth, leaned back slightly, and looked around the table like she'd just remembered something important.
"So," she said, tone casual but eyes sharp, "who is Kylus, and what does he have to do with Bull, or me."
The table stalled.
A few of the core crew exchanged looks. Someone stopped chewing. Jareth didn't answer right away, his gaze holding on Lyra like he was deciding how much weight the truth could carry without cracking something open.
"You remember the slave camp?" Jareth said finally. "The one you were taken from?"
Lyra nodded once. "I just remember I was there. Nothing else."
"Kylus was there too," Jareth continued. "Same camp. Same chain. We pulled him out the same day we pulled you out. That was sixteen years ago."
Reva felt Viola tense beside her.
