Chapter 25

Lyra

It carries a tone of something, not disgust or uncertainty, but something that's cold, piercing and direct.

Briefly, I feel a loss in my body that's soon followed by the most unwanted, prickling sensation inside my chest. That discomfort spreads to every inch of me.

Even that pales to the sheer pain in my body, more than the bruises on my skin. More.

I feel guilty even without bein