Lyra Potter.

The name immediately conjured up an image of a young woman who had sat in her office not too long ago, looking as respectable as any vampire ever did, and Morwenna observed Galina over her glasses. There really was no way of knowing if she was lying or not – certainly they had not managed to perfect a way of telling in the year she had been here – so could she take this on face value.

“Why hasn’t Miss Potter come forward? Surely she must know of your plight and wish to see you liberated?”

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