CHAPTER 145: The Widow's Revenge

LYRA

Pain. Darkness. The taste of blood in my mouth.

I struggle to open my eyes, everything feels like a blur.

The last thing I remember was seeing the knife poking out of my chest before I blacked out. The wound is still bleeding, the pain still stabs into me, but I can breathe. I'm still alive.

My fingers reach the edge of the knife. It's made out of something else. Not metal.

Silver. It's a sil