Chapter Twenty-FiveAs the crowd of Vox beat him in his cell, Swift reached a point where he gave up hope.
It happened after Altis and Uvo had taken their turns with him, each subjecting him to multiple blows and gouges. Stumbling into the clutches of another set of tormentors, he wiped the blood from his eyes with the back of his arm.
When he looked up, he saw Lyra standing before him with a club in her hands.
The expression on her face was a furious, merciless glare. Her eyes were wild, conveying the impression that she was lost in bloodlust.
Stepping forward, she raised the edge of the club alongside his face, then turned his head with it. She tipped her own head forward…and he felt her teeth press against his throat.
It was at that moment, when he fully expected the fangs of his
