I Meant Every Word

It was Silas. His unyielding fingers bit mercilessly into the delicate, half-healed scar tissue of Lyra’s wrist. The sharp, radiating pulse of pain grounded her instantly, anchoring her to the frigid night air sweeping across the Holloway mansion's sprawling, shadow-drenched driveway.

"Let go," Lyra commanded. Her voice was flat, eerily calm, and completely devoid of the chaotic hysteria he clea