K I A R A
The door creaked open, and I braced myself for another visit from Nolan. But it wasn't him. It was Lyra.
She looked different from the last time I saw her. The smugness was gone, replaced by a deep gnawing fear. She wouldn't meet my eyes.
"What do you want?" I asked, my voice flat.
She didn't answer. Instead, she walked over to the bed and quietly unfastened one of the silver chains from my wrist. I stared at her, my mind reeling.
"Why?" I asked, rubbing my raw, burned wrist.
"I... I heard what Scarlett said," She whispered, her voice trembling. "She was right about one thing. He's using me. He's using all of us."
"You need to get out of here, Kiara," She said, her eyes darting towards the door.
"Why should I trust you? You’ve caused me nothing but trouble from the moment
