Sera's POVThe hospital room was too quiet.I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind refusing to settle no matter how hard I tried to rest. The bandages around my throat itched constantly, a physical reminder of everything that had happened. But the wounds on my skin weren't what kept me awake at night.It was the memories.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Lyra's face. And I kept seeing her die.She had the same face as the woman Damon once loved. The woman who had jumped off a cliff to protect him. And now Damon had killed her with his own hands, ripping out her heart while I watched.How could anyone recover from that?I tried to tell myself it was justified. Lyra had been a monster. She had controlled Damon, tortured him, tried to use him as a weapon to murder me. Her death was self-defense. Justice. The only possible ending to the nightmare she had created.But the rational explanations couldn't erase the image of her falling to the ground, her chest torn open, wearing Elen
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