Chapter 120: Shelter

Lyra

The northern winds bite through my skin, but I don’t stop running. My lungs burn, my legs ache, but none of it matters. The only thing that matters is getting as far away from him as possible.

The bond is gone.

That woman—that witch—she destroyed it.

A clean final. I thought it would feel like freedom. I thought it would be relief. But all I feel is a heavy weight on my c