LYRA
Did I mention I hate Professor Lucien? Well I do. Like hell he knew I wanted nothing to do with that woman but still, not only did he sit us face to face in his office but he had honey juice made for us. That drink was the one thing mother never forgot to make for I and Jason, when things were still good.
The memories it brought back, was very precious to me. Perhaps he thought it could help soften the mood. Well he was wrong, 3mins after he presented the honey juice, I was fuming with anger and waiting for any chance to punch something.
Professor Lucien finally took a seat next to mother, on the sofa. They both looked at me. They held that concerned expression they always had whenever I got hurt as a child. It made me sick.
“What the hell is this?” I pointed at the juice and then
