Chapter 78

Lyra

The next day came way too fast, and I was supposed to start school. And honestly? I wasn’t ready.

I wasn’t even close to ready. But phew this is the last grade. I woke up to the annoying beeping of my alarm and stared at the ceiling for a full five minutes, wondering if there was any possible way to fake my own death and skip this day entirely.

My chest felt heavy, my body still sore in places I didn’t even know could get sore, and my brain was screaming “Nope” before I’d even gotten out of bed. I just lay there, tangled in sheets that still smelled like sweat, sex, and Damon, trying to gather the strength to function like a normal teenager and not a freshly-ruined, emotionally unstable little whore who got her world rocked the night before.

To make things worse, my mum sent me a fucking email. Not a simple “Good luck” text or a cute voice note. No. An actual long-ass email.

The kind with a motivational quote and emojis and a paragraph talki