Chapter 33

Lyra

Sniffling, I wipe my nose on the back of my sleeve; the tears haven’t stopped since he killed her, and my teeth chatter from the shock. My shaking is uncontrollable. Rocco has allowed me to keep my clothes for once. Not that I care about anything right now. I have known Bria all my life; she has always been a permanent fixture. Zyla has done nothing but wail in my head, in her grief. And I j