Lyra’s pov The door clicked shut behind me, and I slumped against it, pressing a trembling hand to my chest. My heart was still galloping like a frightened deer, and no matter how many deep breaths I took, it wouldn't slow. My fingers curled into the rough fabric of my uniform, clutching it as though I could physically hold the panic inside me. I slid down the door until I was sitting on the cold, stone floor, my back against the wood, my knees pulled tightly to my chest.It was like I couldn’t breathe properly. Like the air itself was too heavy.I couldn’t stop seeing it—Xavier stepping out of the shadows in that dim hallway, where the torches barely burned. He’d just appeared, like a phantom, with that unnerving smile on his face and those cold, dead eyes fixed right on me."Pretty little thing like you shouldn’t be wandering the halls alone at night,” he’d said, voice smooth and slow, like dripping poison. “Someone might get the wrong idea. Or… the right one.”I had tried to back
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