Tough as nails.

CYRUS’ POV

I kicked the stone I had been fixated on for the past half hour away from me. Stephen had been gone for a while and we were all losing hope.

Of course none of us said it directly, but with each passing day, our shoulders slumped more, we became more sluggish and the vigour which had been there days ago slowly died.

I don't even know who was more affected by the kidnapping of Ciel and Lyra– me or Thomas, my father in law.

I stood up, dusting myself off as Stephen rushed towards me, looking more anxious than usual if that was even fucking possible.

“Cyrus, we need to move…now!” he ordered, rousing the others from their resting places.

“What…why?” I questioned, rubbing my temple as I arched my back, the satisfying crack it made as I stretched.

“The twins…I know where they are…” he trailed off, picking up his gun and putting out the fire he and Thomas had struggled to ignite mere hours before.

My eyes shot open at that, my somewhat calm psyche thrown into another frenzy as b