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CHAPTER SIXTY -SIX

Author: Iris Brown
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-14 23:19:01

Lyla's POV

What the fuck?

My head was woozy as I opened my eyes, sand and dust covering my face. The guard at the entrance was gone, all I saw was the remains of his head.

“Holy God,” I was going to barf. I turned my head to the side and threw up.

People were running in the street and suddenly, a hand wrapped around my waist, dragging me. “Let me go,” I screamed.

I could not see anything in front of me. The person that dragged me ran away as I stared in horror at the huge slab where I was a second ago.

The city hall was bombed.

Who could do such a thing?

I scrambled to my feet, panicking at the blood that was on the red carpet we walked just earlier this evening.

Three names rang in my head. Achilles, Xiomar, Emilio.

I left them in such a hurry, blinded by my own pain and need to escape and now, I was alone and frightened.

My entire body ached me badly, my shoulder felt way too sore. I glanced at it, seeing that the socket popped out.

“Help,” I cried out. The building was on fire and
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