“Gods.” Kye recoils as I slash open Lira’s dress. “Is she going to live?” “Do you care?” I snap back. It isn’t his fault, but yelling at Kye feels a little like yelling at myself, and I need to be yelled at right now. Because this is on me. If Lira dies, then it’s on me. I can’t believe you came back for me. But I left her first.
