337.Chapter 338 Hot On Our Heels

Lyra let out a startled scream, leapt to her feet, and flung the doll away. Her hands were smeared with fake blood, her complexion ashen—anyone could tell she was terrified out of her wits.

Lyrica just laughed to herself, not caring about anyone else's reaction.

She looked like a mischievous kid who'd pulled off a prank, almost giddy with pride at her own handiwork.

"You're such a scaredy-cat! Eve