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Chapter 32
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Two days I have been watching Lyra on this grainy monitor. The video feed from her cell to my room was dismal, but just knowing that I was in the same building as her was enough to keep me going. Just like her other admirers, I had watched her grow from afar, not daring to enter her father’s circle. I knew that my pack rank would never be enough to secure her for my own. She is stronger now. The Lyra that I knew would sit in the back of a classroom with her eyes down, not daring to bring any attention to herself. This Lyra is bold and mouthy. Whenever Cain enters her room she refuses to submit to him. Even after he beat her she would still never submit. I was counting every mark that he left on her body and make sure that he paid them back in tenfold when I ripped control from their hands.
Her cell door opens, and she does not even flinch as he tosses her tray of food on the floor. I silently pray to the Moon Goddess that she keeps her mouth shut today.
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