Lyra POV
My entire body ached as Lucian dragged me down the hallway, his grip relentless and his pace unyielding. Pain shot through my joints with every step, and I couldn’t keep the desperation out of my voice.
“Please, my legs aches,” I cried, struggling to keep up. “I can’t walk any further.”
Lucian didn’t slow down, didn’t even glance back. His face was a mask of anger, and he seemed immune to my pleas. As we continued down the hallway, Bethany came out from a nearby room, a broom in hand. She must have heard me crying, because she quickly abandoned her cleaning and rushed toward us.
“Mr. Dom, I’ll take care of her,” she mumbled, her voice trembling but Lucian didn't stop he continued walking. “She’s injured. She needs to be taken care of.” Her voice grew louder, echoing off the w
