“Look who’s woken up from the dead.” I spoke.Lyra came limping down into the kitchen, a small smile on her face.I got up instinctively wanting to help her but she held her hand up to stop me.I knew her pride wouldn’t let her.She had never been one to accept help from anyone. Even me.But just by looking at her, I could tell the battle had taken a lot out of her. She looked drained. Her face pale, her hair a mess. A patch was missing from where one of the dark ones had yanked it out.Her bruises were mostly fading but there were still a number over her body. And not to mention the dark circles under her eyes. But to be fair, those had been there even before.She finally got to the table, pulling back a chair and sitting down.I rose my brows at her. “What?” She asked.“Ryan told me you’re supposed to be using crutches.”She rolled her eyes and scoffed.“Yeah well, Ryan puts bandaids on splinter pricks. He’s not exactly my standard of pain tolerance.” She spoke.I let out a light
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