Thane
“What the hell is going on?” I demand as Lyric staggers into Harmony’s room, Doctor Whitmore following, looking harassed.
Lyric is staggering all over the place, her eyes are entirely white over, and her skin looks almost transparent.
What the f.uck?
“My King, Lyric woke up and started pulling tubes out of her body,” The doctor points at Lyric, who’s walking around in a circle. “She started mumbling in a different language. One of my staff touched her but went flying into a wall when Lyric flicked her hand,”
“Oh, no!” Harmony cuts the doctor off and jumps out of bed. “Lyric?” She takes Lyric’s shoulders in her hands. “Lyric, please don’t do this; snap out of it. You promised. Please don’t do this; he’ll find us.”
“Who will find you, Harmony?” Harmony looks at me, but she doesn
