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Chapter Seventy-eight

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Mona's POV

"I hate you!" Lyra's scream echoed through the house, followed by the slam of her bedroom door that rattled every window on the second floor.

Derek stood at the bottom of the stairs, his jaw clenched so tight I could hear his teeth grinding. "She's not going to the Phoenix Gathering alone. She's fifteen."

"I told you to let me handle it," I said, though handling Lyra these days was like trying to hold fire with bare hands—possible, but guaranteed to leave scars.

"You always take her
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