LYRA’S POV
Today makes it eight months since I came back home. Sometimes I forget I was ever in that house of pain. Life isn’t perfect now, but it’s peaceful—and that’s a luxury I no longer take for granted.
Zane and I have grown closer. He's become the person I didn’t know I needed. He enrolled me back into high school, paid all my fees, even arranged for me to live in the hostel so I wouldn’t feel suffocated. He handled everything like it was nothing, and I couldn't stop myself from falling.
Somehow, we started dating. Slowly. Gently. With no pressure—just warmth. And yet, what surprises me more than Zane’s patience is Lucian.
Lucian has been coming around. Begging. Pleading. Apologizing.
For what? For dragging me by the neck in public? For violating my body and pride? For the humil
