Chapter 226: Blood Upon the Sheets
Lyria's POV
I shook my head.
No.
No, this was not real.
My eyes were deceiving me. That was all. The dimness of the chamber, the smell of iron thick in the air—surely they had twisted what was before me into something monstrous.
Patricia was not dead.
She could not be.
I crossed the distance between us so quickly I scarcely felt my feet touch the stone. My hands trembled as I reached for her wrist, pressing my fingers desperately against her skin in search of a pulse.
There was nothing.
I shook my head once more.
I pressed harder.
Perhaps I had done it incorrectly. Perhaps my own heartbeat was too loud in my ears for me to feel hers. Patricia was alive. She had to be alive.
Patricia, whom I had spoken with only recently.
Patricia, whom I intended to leave this dreadful palace with alongside my mother.
Patricia, who had become like a second mother to me.
