Lyra blinked,
Her room, the only spot which she had considered her sanctuary since the moment she arrived in this cursed clawhold, had been desecrated the moment her mother had walked in.
The place which was once her safe house had been turned into a prison cell. Just like her room was back at home.
Lilith Thorne moved like a shadow given form. She was fluid and silent. Every single step she made felt like it was dowsed in authority. As she walked into the room, Lyra knew she wasn’t there as a mother.
No, she was here as a force of nature.
“M… mum?” Lyra’s voice cracked, “What are you doing here?”
Lilith arched her brows, disdain in her gaze as she watched her daughter’s face grow pale. “Is that how you greet your mother, child?” she asked, her voice dripped with venom, “With s
