Chapter 21
LYRA The cold night eerily whispered in my ear, as if warning me that there was no escape from this dilemma—this problem that Blade and I were trapped in. Either way, one of us is going to be sacrificed, and I absolutely hate what that priest said. We had hoped for something good, a solution, and went to him. But what did we get? Disappointment. Even the night air felt like it had turned against us. Blade had wrapped a fur shawl around my shoulders to protect me from the chilling cold, but it was still not enough. As we neared death, my body tingled with strange sensations. The fireflies buzzed oddly, and the owls hooted from the trees, like they were watching our downfall. Blade didn’t say a word to me. I understood his silence, his dilemma—his confusion. Everything happening to us had
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