Chapter 192 Hundred and ninety-two

Lyra stood frozen, her chest heaving, her manicured and painted hand shaking violently in the air. What... What have I done?

Everything blurred out so fast. Lyra felt weak in the knees, and she staggered back, staring down at her own trembling hands.

How did I hit her? Why did I do it?

She hadn’t...

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