Chapter 26 The Desperate Hatred

• Lyra glared up at him, years of pent-up, venomous anger burning visibly in her tear-brimmed eyes.
• "Why hesitate?" Rex taunted softly. "Do you feel your fragile pride has been trampled simply because I called you a foolish little child and… a weak woman?"
• Lyra's knuckles turned bone-white as her fingers tightened desperately around the pistol's grip, her entire body pulled taut as a bowstring. "Are you always this insufferably arrogant? Do you honestly believe I am not brave enough to finally end you?"