'S PRIVATE ES

ne still fresh. The steam fogs the glass, but her eyes are sharp. D

Say som

me to say? That I'm f

aptured. Tortured

ecause I always have

xposing the edge of her hip. Caspian

hy Astraea ca

another life, I let her believe I

le

hy is she

EN – LATER

skey. Lyra enters, robe tied tight.

hink I'm a t

I've bled for him. What have

ughs, low

e he uses to protect you now. I

oks at me like I'm the

glass. It shatter

get comfortab

k Caspian whose name h

EDROOM

Lyra enters, untying her robe. She

ecause I'm broken. But becau

s hands trail the fresh scar, lips pressing into every inch of her. Sh

)You're mine, Lyr

e it. Burn every part of m

h deep, rough precision. Each thrust is a promise. Each kiss is

SE – ELSEWHER

de is a photo of Lyra and Caspian-t

s still alive. A

ime we remind her

CONTIN