Chapter 130

**Lyra

“Mama!” the little girl said again, squeezing my legs. “Mama! MAMA!”

“Stop the execution!” the dark-haired man roared, jabbing a finger in the direction of the stage.

The executioner, ax in hand, stepped back, looking as bewildered as I felt.

“I… I’m sorry, sweetheart,” I said, stroking her soft blonde hair. “I’m not your mama.”

How would she know? It was clear in looking at her that there