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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-FIVE

Author: Iris Brown
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-10 22:33:20

Lyla's POV

achilles drove us into the abandoned parking lot. it was so quiet, but the air was cold and still. "Everyone out," he growled.

I jumped out of the back of the jeep, still feeling a bit sore. Emilio slid out behind me, and Aries came down afterwards.

"Where are we?"

I turned to Achilles. "Did you do it?"

He grunted. I guessed he was still angry but we did not have that luxury right now.

"Aries?"

The young girl scanned my face. "What is happening?"

I held her shoulders. "When I met you, I thought I would hate you. I hated everyone in there, and I was certain, it would apply to you too. I will be honest, even when I let you out, I had hoped you would die. I thought it would be better, than them finding you again."

A tear slid from her eye.."Lyla No—"

"I am so glad you didn't run away. I am so glad that because of you, I got saved. Deciding to add you to my plans was the best thing I could possibly have done," I sniffled.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw a car in the distanc
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