I Raised My Hand And Hit Her (Lyra's POV)

By the time I reached them, Cassian was already on top of her — both fists twisted into the lapels of Julie's coat, dragging downward with every ounce of force a five-year-old body could summon. One pull, then another, then another. No sound from him. Not a single cry. But every motion was real, eve...

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