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LYRA'S P.O.V.

My heart beat gently as I followed right behind her. I had a bad feeling about it because the further we went, the darker it got. There was no light down the hallway in which we walked, and her body remained sniffed, but I dare not say a word.

She suddenly paused and tapped on something on the wall before walking in, and I realized it was a small room with traces of dry blood on the floor that made me swallow hard

“Sit” She motioned towards a chair and I took a seat while she circled me carefully and her extremely sharp nails brushed across my...