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🪷 LYRA 🪷
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For a long time there was nothing but a dull ringing in her ears and the sensation of cold air against her skin.
Her body felt heavy, like she had been dragged under something thick and suffocating. A sharp, burning ache pulsed up her arm.
Lyra's breathing hitched. The ringing in her ears slowly faded, replaced by a quiet room and the faint rustle of fabric somewhere nearby.
Her eyelids fluttered weakly. The ceiling above her came into focus slowly, high and unfamiliar.
This wasn't the forest, her thoughts were sluggish. The last thing she remembered was...Damon.
Her eyes snapped open and her body jerked as panic surged through her chest. The movement sent a sharp bolt of pain up her arm and she gasped, clutching at her wrist.
"Don't."
The voice was low. Her vision cleared just enough to see him sitting beside the bed.
Kieran.
