LYRA'S POV
I wish for the darkness to swallow me, to silence me forever. To silence these thoughts and faded memories.
The stars bathing the sky seem as hopeless and lost as I am. I move my gaze to my knuckles, partially bruised from the contact with Kymon's face. I recall the blood that had stained them a moment ago, the way I had replaced his seldom-soft eyes with shock.
My heart enjoyed it—my entire body did. It relished causing someone pain, and I'm still shaking, feeling like I could've done more harm. I could've taken better advantage of his weakness.
But then why? Why am I even doing this?
"He killed Bryn to protect you. Why do you still despise him?" my subconscious whispers, and I feel Kia agreeing with it.