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🪷 LYRA 🪷
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Lyra woke up slowly. She couldn't remember the time she slept. Her hand moved instinctively to her wrist, the bandage was still there.
The dull ache was starting to fade, though every movement still sent a small sting through her arm.
Lyra pushed herself upright slowly. For a long moment she just sat there. Her brain felt like it had been forced to accept too many impossible things in one night.
It was impossible...yet she had seen Damon's fangs, felt them.
"Okay…" she muttered to herself, rubbing her face slowly. Her voice sounded rough from sleep.
Step one was to leave. Not run screaming through the academy, tempting as that was. But she couldn't stay in Kieran's room forever.
She swung her legs carefully off the bed. The floor was cold beneath her feet. She tried not to think too much about who had done that.
Lyra put on her jacket slowly, careful with her injured wrist. She glanced toward the door, she could leave now.
