Chapter 31 The Terror Of Nightshade

• Lyra's POV
• This had never been my intention. Truly, it was not. My heart was pounding on my chest and I pressed a hand on it. I felt like holding my heart in my hand so it wouldn't break.
• Nightshade’s lips curled into a cruel smile. The boy—just a child, really—sensed what was about to happen. Panic flared in his bruised eyes as he struggled against the soldiers restraining him. It was useless. His frail arms flailed weakly.