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Chapter 32: Vincenzo’s Arrival
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Lyra’s POVRebekah, stop!The words tumbled out before I could stop them. My voice cracked mid-command, somewhere between frustrated and fragile, and I hated that she immediately whipped around like I'd said something dangerous. Her expression twisted—eyebrows scrunching, lips twitching, jaw clenching like she was physically holding herself back from snapping."What, Lyra?" she snapped, exasperated. “The guards will be here any second with the wheelchair because I’m not about to let you waltz out of here with a head wound courtesy of your witchy cousin’s WWE audition. So what is it now?”I flinched at her tone, but I didn’t back down. Couldn’t. The question had been boiling inside me for days. Weeks, maybe. Since the first time she had yanked me out of that pit, since the first time she looked at me like I was someone worth bleeding for.My voice was quieter this time, but no less urgent.“I barely even know things about you, Rebekah. We’ve known each other for what, weeks? A handful
