CHAPTER 230: Face to Face

LYRA

“What are you doing here?”

She stands at the hallway's end in that red dress, staring me down with fury burning from every pore. Even in the dim light of the hall, I can see her hands clenching into fists at her side.

“Me?” I ask, taking a step back, feeling like the air is punched out of my lungs. “This is my home. I'm remembering.”

“Your home?” She chokes on laughter. “You've been dead for