Chapter 44 The mind-link

Lyra

I struggle against Salva, clawing my fingers at his forearm as I try to move his hand from my throat. "Let me go!" I choke out, but the words are barely a whisper. He squeezes tighter, his knuckles turning white. It feels like he’s trying to crush my windpipe. 

Fuck, I can’t breathe. My l...

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