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Lyra's POV Tears streamed down my face, relentless and warm as they fell from my eyes, unable to stop despite my best efforts to fight them. Marcello’s grip on my hand was firm, almost cruel in its insistence. His fingers were tight around mine, as though he was trying to brand me with his touch. Every second felt like an eternity as his words echoed in my mind, mocking me, trapping me in a cage I couldn’t escape. “I’m your mate, Lyra. You’ll accept me, whether you like it or not.”

"I'm not ready for an assignment, but Marcus has promised to help me." "Help you with what?" Felicity pursed her lips. "I know you're going to oppose it, but I need closure. I found out where Maxon is. We left so many things unsaid, and I can't rest until I talk to him." Willow nodded understanding where she was coming from. "Where is Marcus now?" "He's in the city working on an assignment. He asked me to meet him there." Willow looked inside the building and saw Stacy sitting at reception.

My only concern was for my friend laying like a broken ragdoll in my embrace. Tears streamed down my face onto hers. “Please, you can’t do this, Marcelle. Don’t die. We can fix this.” Marcelle opened her eyes slowly. A glimmer of a smile wavered on her lips. “It’s okay, Syl…via,” her voice barely audible. “I’m not afraid…”

Never for once had I considered it. What have I done? What have I done? What have I done?! The question echoed in my mind like a deafening roar that drowned out all other thoughts. I-" "What's going on?" A sharp, familiar feminine voice cut through the raw emotion, slicing through the tense atmosphere. I snapped my head up, and there she was....Marceline. She stood in the center of the room, her brows furrowed in feigned confusion, a cruel mask concealing her triumph.

Quill answered. Without replying to him, Howard was staring at the willow tree that was standing by the river as it was bending down to it. The tree looked so weak like it would break if the wind hit it when the truth is they never bend! Except for its sorrowful state, it's strong enough to defeat the wind.

"I am on the brink of the cliff, can you catch me? I am shrinking, will you see me?" "In a wink, there's only one eye. In a heart, there's only one side" "Sadly, it has given me a Willow flower. It ruined my Honeysuckle flower for someone."

The thin sheet of paper trembled in the silence for a long time, like the final echo of a departing voice. Tears finally broke free from Marcel's lashes and splashed onto the letter, landing atop tear stains that had already dried there. "Cedric..." Marcel's fingers tightened around the page until his knuckles turned white. Delilah stared at the neat handwriting covering the letter, her chest filling with an indescribable ache. The man who had always listened to them, who had grinned foolishly and declared himself the happiest person in the world, had been forced by their betrayal to grow wings.