Lyra's POV
She screamed in pain, her hands pushing against me to break free, but I held her tight.
I could still taste her blood in my mouth as I released my hold on her.
She held her neck, but the blood wouldn't stop as she kept writhing in pain.
I just stood there, looking at her helplessly.
"She's dying," I uttered, my tone laced with frustration.
Orion crossed the space between us in two strides.
He held her in his hands and brushed his fingers around her cheek, as though she were a baby that needed a wet nurse.
"She's not dying," he said coolly, "She's too strong for that."
I swallowed hard as guilt ate me up from within.
Then she passed out on Orion's arm.
He carried her to a far corner in the basement, where I saw compartments.
He went into one of them, I watched him as
