357.Chapter 357

"Does it still hurt anywhere, Lyra?" Ronan asked softly.

They were in the lounge of Ronan's office. Lyra's face was pale, and her lips, usually full and rosy, were now completely drained of color.

Strands of sweat-dampened hair clung to her cheeks, and her round, dazed eyes glistened with unshed tears. She looked so vulnerable, it really tugged at Ronan's heart.

"No, Ronan," Lyra murmured as she f