Chapter 18 If I Die

Lyra

“Jorin?” 

I rush over to his bed. It’s still warm, and there’s a trace of blood on the sheets. 

“Jorin!” I shout both with my mouth and through the mind-link. “Where the fuck are you?”

A moment later, the back door squeaks open. I wheel, ready to fight, and am relieved to see it’s him, st...

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