CHAPTER 151: The Other Half Of Me

LYRA

It's dark and cold, and it almost smells like death. Just plain death.

A gasping breath forces me awake, and my eyes blink open to meet the darkness around me. I'm lying on something hard, something cold, and my hands and legs feel numb. Pain is the second thing I register, along with the confusion.

I groan and shift over whatever it is that I'm lying on. I try to sit up, but my arms shake to