Lyra's POV
I twisted my lips in a hard grin. "I won't," I answered.
He grunted hard through his gritted teeth. "Then I will make you spill everything, bitch."
I moved my hands slowly, carefully, under the table in the motions I had learned.
I had practiced the void trick I learned from my past lifetime for hours in the room. I was still inexperienced with it, but I knew enough now to take me away from here.
I gave him another hard grin. The last thing I would do is to be afraid of him. "Let's see if you can make me talk, bastard," I returned.
His eyes darkened, his brows furrowed, and he grunted. He lunged for me with his fat hands. At the same time, the void materialized under the table before me. I went feet first into the void.
I slipped him a wry grin just as my waist was being swallowed by the void. His eyes snapped wider on the void. "What are you doing, human?" He demanded.
