Lyre's voice cuts through his explanation, and she groans. Loudly. Rubbing at her forehead as she looks at the ceiling, her other hand propped onto her hip.
If I had to guess at her emotional state, it would be exasperated, but I'm not sure why.
"What?" I ask, tightening my grip on Bun instinctively.
"I forgot the cages," she says, smacking her palm against her forehead once. Then twice. "Damn it, I forgot about the cages."
Caine's attention snaps to her. "What cages?"
"The facility where I found—ugh. It's a long story. Look, the point is that there are cages underground. A lot of them. Filled with shifters." Lyre's gaze flicks to Bun, then back to Caine. Her usual sarcasm has vanished entirely. "Some have children in them."
"You forgot about kidnapped people?" I blurt out, unable to process how anyone could forget something like that. Lyre's strange, but she's caring.
Her catlike eyes narrow at me. "I got some bad news. It was no longer a priority."
My heart flips a little.
