Lyra
I always thought that my death would be quick and painless. At worst, maybe a flash of pain, a blink, and then nothing.
But they made sure that mine would be anything but.
The first blow came before I even understood what was happening. Damon’s fist connected with my jaw, a sickening c***k ringing in my skull as I collapsed to the floor. The metallic taste of blood spread over my tongue. I looked up at him, at the man I had loved so desperately, and for a moment, I searched his face for the softness I remembered.
It wasn’t there.
“You never learn, do you, Lyra?” His voice was cold, almost bored, as if this wasn’t murder, just another errand he had to run before dinner.
Before I could speak, Selene stepped into view, her heels clicking against the stone floor. Her eyes, once full
