Lyra
I moved like a whisper through the halls of the Alpha wing, Selene’s phone still warm in my pocket, my heart steady despite what I was about to do.
Some might call this revenge but I called it justice.
Calculated. Clean. Long overdue.
They deserved it and I would serve it to them hot and steaming.
I returned to the room where I had left her, still slumped against the wall like a discarded doll, her red slip twisted and mascara smeared beyond repair. She flinched when she saw me again and now, she was writhing with need on the floor.
“You,” she spat, voice hoarse.
“Me,” I echoed calmly.
She tried to rise, but I was faster. I crouched beside her, slipping the thin black purse from her wrist. She gasped and clawed at it, but she was weak, dizzy, from her own potion still in her s
