Kaze did not want to waste any more time. He felt the matter was already settled, and that Lyra had seen him before she took her last breath, so at least she would not die with regrets. Her death was not unjust, and her loss was not undeserved. If anyone was to blame, her pride was the reason why she looked down on people, and her arrogance was what made her careless. “You tricked me, and I never even suspected you once,” she muttered as she glared at Kaze. She did not want to lose or give up. “You started it. I have nothing to do with it,” Kaze replied, still cold and unbothered.He did not want to explain himself; there was no point. For a moment, Lyra laughed hysterically. She coughed, and blood bubbled from her mouth. Kaze could not bear to watch her anymore. Lyra was a beautiful woman, but she was what they called a femme fatale. Now, she lay on the cold concrete, sinking into a pool of blood. There was a tragic, almost poetic look to it that made people uneasy. Kaz
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