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🪷 LYRA🪷
"Run." Something in his voice made every instinct in Lyra's body scream.
Damon took one slow step toward her. The movement snapped the last thread of hesitation inside her.
Lyra turned and ran.
Branches slapped against her arms as she pushed through the trees, stumbling at first before forcing her legs to move faster.
The ground was uneven beneath her feet, roots and rocks hidden in the darkness. Her head pounded from where he had hit her. Her lungs burned almost immediately, but she didn't stop.
Behind her, Damon's laugh echoed through the forest.
"Good girl!" he called out somewhere behind her.
Lyra ran harder. The academy had to be this way. It had to be.
She pushed through another row of trees, nearly tripping over a thick root before catching herself.
Her hands were shaking. Her vision blurred slightly from panic and the lingering dizziness from the blow to her head.
Don't fall.
Don't fall.
Don't fall.
