Chapter 56

Lyra

He was coming home. As in… here. As in this house. The same house where the music was still playing, where half the school was probably grinding in the living room.

He couldn’t see this.

He would kill Tasha. Not figuratively. Not emotionally. Like, literally. We’d both be dead. Buried six feet under a fucking rose garden with matching tombstones that said, “Here lies Lyra and Tasha. They tried Damon Thornvale.”

I started pacing again, the panic fully kicking in.

Think, think, think, bitch.

He could not find out.

So I did what any emotionally unwell, freshly heartbroken, wildly overstimulated girl would do.

I lied.

“Nooo. The insect fumigants just left. Like just now. The house is fumigated and still smells like poison. It’s not safe to come in yet.”

I held my breath. Sent it.

He read it instantly.

And then his reply dropped like a bomb.

Ohh. So where are you?

Oh God. Oh fuck. My brain was