CHAPTER 148: The Death I Was Promised

LYRA

Time passes, the ache never fades.

My back aches, my body hurts, and I can't breathe without feeling the knife in my gut.

I can barely hold onto the silver knife, my fingers are too slick with blood, but I keep trying to pull the damn thing out of me.

I try again. I don't have any other option. My body isn't healing fast enough to push the blade out on its own. If I don't get the silver out,