For a very brief moment as she stared into the soulless eyes of her sister, Aria forgot how to breathe.
Her heartbeat thundered in her ears as she clenched her fists.
The whole world seemed to close around her. Lyra’s presence wasn’t just surprising and intimidating, it was haunting.
Lyra had made her life a living hell, and she had become used to trying to hide whenever she spotted her. Aria had never had the confidence to step up to her younger sibling.
Every insult, every scar, and the pain of every bruise inflicted on her by Lyra had been buried deep within her heart because she believed she did not have the right to even speak up.
Now, she didn’t care.
She no longer thought of herself as cursed. She wasn’t just the stillblood anymore, she was something more.
Lyra smirked
