Chapter 75

  Lyra 

  Mathew was flat on his back, his limbs sprawled and eyes rolled to the back of his head. Unconscious.

  Chase was crouched beside him, giving me a sharp glare. "Seriously, Lyra? You couldn't be a little more gentle?"

  I shrugged, brushing my hair back. "I didn't do anything... He just pas...

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