Chapter 236: Fevered Collapse
Lyria's POV
I kept walking.
I did not know where I was going, but I did not care. My feet moved of their own accord, carrying me away from the pavilion, away from Baron Redwick, away from the table with its delicate sandwiches and its steaming tea and its careful, damning questions.
Away from everything.
My legs hurt. The cuts on the soles of my feet screamed with every step, the bandages beneath my slippers soaked through with blood I could feel but could not see. The wounds on my back ached with a dull, persistent throb that seemed to echo through my bones. My head pounded. My throat was dry. My eyes stung with tears I refused to shed.
