At the barracks, Amy excitedly scanned the warriors getting ready for the day's training, her eyes searching for Lylah in particular.When she didn’t see her, she approached a female warrior. “Isla, have you seen Lylah?”“No,” Isla shook her head. “I guess she’s in her room. Is she planning to always come late?” she sighed. “I was going to check on her, but do that for me, Amy.”“Oh, I have a message for her,” Amy smiled and immediately left to find Lylah.Amy jogged down the corridor, humming softly under her breath—a habit when she was nervous or excited. Today, it was both.As she neared Lylah’s chamber, she slowed, hearing thuds and angry grunts. Her smile disappeared.“Lylah?” she whispered, rushing to the room—and gasped at the sight.Lylah was crying so hard. The wall, her fists, and her forehead were bloody. She was hurting herself.“Lylah!” Lylah screamed her own name, slamming her head against the wall and cursing herself. “You fucking little pathetic bitch!!!”Thud! She hit
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