CHAPTER 171: Aftermath

TORIN

I wake with a pounding headache and a taste of copper on my tongue. I sit up, pushing the sheet off my chest as my hand comes up to my head. Lyra's scent is everywhere, on the sheets, on my skin, inside my lungs, but she's not beside me. The room is empty, though there's enough evidence of what happened last night.

What he did.

It hits me at once, all the memories.

"Fuck," I mutter, swinging