“Ah,” Lady Vane whispered, her smile widening. “There it is. The body’s truth.”
Lyra closed her eyes, and in the warm silence of the library, she found a strange, profound peace in the ruins of her resistance. She had not been broken. She had been asked to surrender—and finally, she had chosen to.
“What… what do you want?” Lyra gasped, her face flushed, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Ah,” Lady Vane whispered, her smile widening. “There it is. The body’s truth.”
Lyra closed her eyes, and in the warm silence of the library, she found a strange, profound peace in the ruins of her resistance. She had not been broken. She had been asked to surrender—and finally, she had chosen to. tickling submission
“What… what do you want?” Lyra gasped, her face flushed, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Ah,” Lady Vane whispered, her smile widening