Realizing it was Theo, who had stepped in front of me blocking my path, my stomach twisted.“Not now Theo” I told him, still trying to look for Ivy.My vision was still fuzzy, and the heat was still spreading under my skin, I blinked hard, trying to focus, but Theo’s face was still kind of blurry.“Lyra,” he called out again, reaching for my arm, “I need to talk to you.”I pulled my arm back instinctively, even though the movement felt clumsy and weak. “Don’t touch me,” I mumbled. My tongue felt heavy, like the words were now foreign “I need….. Ivy. I need…. to go.”“You are not listening,” he said, his voice sounding strangely distant and close at the same time. “We need to talk.”“No, we don’t,” I said, brushing past him, or trying to, because my shoulder barely moved. “Theo, please, not today.”But he stepped in front of me again, persistent. His hand wrapped around my wrist, his grip was not painful, but it was firm. My stomach twisted as I tried to tug my hand away from his hol
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