Chapter 33: Old Frostbites

Half of Lyra's face was still covered in steaming blood.

Belial had to clench his fists to stop himself from shivering under her cold gaze.

“Krixus asked for your help earlier,” Lyra asked sharply. “Why didn’t you help us?”

Belial choked.

Then he stuttered in panic, “You took care of this without our help. You don’t need us anyway. Do you really want us to be shredded by the bears as well?”

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