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Nick“No!”The sound tore from my throat, raw and broken, shaking the walls of the room. My hands stayed on Lyra’s still body, gripping her as if my touch alone could pull her back. Her skin felt colder now. Her lips parted but no sound came. I pressed my forehead against hers, my tears falling onto her cheeks. “Lyra, please,” I whispered, voice shaking, “don’t do this to me.”“Lyra! Wake up!”Mirae’s voice cracked as she sobbed beside me, clutching Lyra’s limp hands like a lifeline. Her tears fell onto the sheets, mixing with the sweat and water already there. She turned to me suddenly, her face twisted with fury, her eyes bloodshot, her mouth trembling with rage and grief. “You’re so evil!” she spat, shoving at my chest with both hands. “How on earth do you have sex with someone and kill her?!”Her scream pierced through me. I opened my mouth to speak but no words came. My hands hovered helplessly above Lyra’s body. Mirae’s fists clutched at my shirt, yanking at it like she wanted t

Lyra“Lyra!”Nick’s voice broke through the fog that held me, sharp and desperate, like a blade cutting through the haze in my head. My eyes fluttered open, and reality slammed into me. I wasn’t in our bed. I wasn’t in his arms. I was stretched across a cold, stone altar, bound so tightly that my wrists burned, my chest rising and falling in shallow, broken breaths.My mind spun with fragments. The last thing I remembered was being with Nick, his touch, his body, his warmth, that brief escape we had stolen together. And then nothing. Darkness. Until I woke up here.Panic spread through me. My body felt heavy, frozen, as if something poisoned my veins. I wanted to scream, to tell Nick I was alive, but my lips barely moved. My throat was dry, my voice trapped.He had done something to me. Damian. The monster. He had locked my body in place, bound me not only with ropes but with whatever spell kept me from moving.I tried anyway. “Ni—” The word scraped my throat, weak and broken, before

LyraThe moment Mirae’s eyes fluttered shut, something inside me shattered.A sound tore from my throat, a sound I didn’t recognize,.half scream, half sob. My tears streamed down, hot and relentless, blurring everything until I could barely see her face.“No, no, no… wake up!” My voice broke, shaking as I grabbed her shoulders. My fingers dug into her arms, trying to shake life back into her body. Her head lolled to the side. Her skin was so pale it looked like wax under the dim light. “Mirae, please!”How had my life turned into this? Being hunted by a monster, a hybrid thirsty for my blood, and now, watching the only person who felt like family slipping away before my eyes.Nick crouched beside me, his arms reaching out as if to pull me into him. “Lyra—”“Don’t!” I snapped, pushing him back with trembling hands. I couldn’t stand his touch right now. I couldn’t be comforted. Not when Mirae’s hand felt this cold, cold as stone, cold as death.My heart hammered in my chest as I clutche

Lyra“Jay…” The name tumbled out of my mouth like a whisper I couldn’t stop. “What the heck are you—”The rest of the sentence died in my throat.He stood there in the doorway. For a second my heart refused to believe it was real. Jay had been in the hospital since that night, since everything went wrong. He couldn’t be here. A cold thought slashed through me. What if it isn’t Jay? What if it’s Damian again… wearing Jay’s face, using Jay’s body? My stomach lurched. No. That couldn’t be. But we couldn’t afford to be careless.“Stand back!” Nick’s voice rang out, sharp and protective. He shifted automatically, like a fighter ready to strike. His jaw was locked, eyes blazing. “How the hell did you get here?”Jay didn’t flinch. He just tilted his head slightly, scanning the room like he owned it. His dark eyes flicked from Nick to me, then back. Slowly, with a lazy confidence, he stepped further inside.“Through the door,” he said, his tone calm, almost mocking. He dropped into the chair

NickMy claws had already slid out, sharp and glinting under the dim lights. My vision burned red. I was ready to attack the officers. My muscles tensed, my breath came out heavy, almost like a growl. One of the policemen reached for his handcuffs, his eyes wide but trying to stay firm. Another took a cautious step forward, hands raised slightly like he was approaching a wild animal.And then—“Please, he’s my child. He’s not mentally stable!”That voice. My mom’s voice.It cut through my rage like a blade. My eyes widened. The red glow flickered, fading slowly as I turned toward her. She stood just a few feet away, her hair a little messy, her face pale. Her hands trembled slightly as she faced the police.The officers stared at her, then at me, confusion flashing across their faces. One whispered something to the other. After a tense moment and a few hushed words between them and my mom, they lowered their hands.“Fine. But take him out of here immediately,” one of them muttered bef