Chapter 19
Chapter 19 She Is Mine Alone
Fax tilted his head toward his spirit animal. “You wanna head outside for a bit?
“Go ask Lyra if she’ll let you p>
His gaze drifted back to her once more.
Lyra had no desire to humor him, but she couldn’t bring herself to brush off the bird.
She turned her head and said nothing, wordlessly giving her consent.
Seeing her silent agreement, Felix’s grin stretched wider. “Off you go p>
The raven hopped forward on its delicate claws and slipped out through the service window.
It landed a short distance from Lyra and froze, studying her expression, gauging her mood.
Without Felix pestering her nonstop, Lyra’s frayed nerves slowly settled.
She glanced out toward the corridor again before shifting her attention fully to the raven.
The raven stepped closer.
When Lyra made no move to shoo it away, it grew bolder, hopping straight to rest at her feet.
It tilted its head, just like any ordinary wild bird would, curiously pecking at the laces of her work boots with its beak.
With nothing else to occupy her time. Lyra knelt down and held out one slender finger.
The raven stared at her steadily for a long beat, then hopped quietly forward to press its head against her waiting hand.
Lyra’s brows lifted faintly.
There was no comparison–this creature was infinitely better behaved than Felix.
The raven’s plumage was silky smooth; its tiny, round head stayed perfectly still as she stroked it gently with her fingertip.
A muffled, strained groan spilled out from Felix’s cell.
Lyra turned back toward him, wearing an expression that said she had no words for his antics.
Why did he always carry on like this?
Felix was no longer watching her soft interaction with his spirit animal with that playful, eager glint from
earlier.
He rested both forearms on the window ledge, hunched low with his face hanging forward, his features hidden from view.
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She couldn’t see his expression, so she had no idea whether he was comfortable or in pain.
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int light tug on her fingertip pulled Lyra’s focus back down–the raven had nipped her finger lightly with its beak to recapture her attention.
She returned to stroking the bird’s head and wings.
It was shockingly intelligent and docile, so Lyra worked up the courage to lift one outstretched wing and examine it closely.
The bird was roughly the size of a chicken, yet when its wings stretched fully, its wingspan spanned well over three feet wide.
The raven did not resist her touch, letting her inspect every feather without protest.
At first glance, its coat looked pure matte black, but under the fluorescent hall lights, rich metallic blues and emerald greens shimmered across its plumage.
Tilt it one way, and streaks of vivid violet flashed into view–a subtle, understated beauty.
Ravens had long been labeled omens of misfortune for their harsh croaks and all–black feathers, yet they were among the sharpest, most communal birds in existence.
Lyra remembered watching old footage online that said they held fierce grudges; cross one raven, and an entire flock would come to retaliate.
Beneath her slow strokes, the bird’s eyes slipped half–shut, its head tipping upward.
It acted just like a house cat begging for affection, nudging her hand toward its neck and jaw for more
scratches.
Lyra obliged, rubbing soft circles into the sensitive feathers there.
A broken whimper echoed from the cell behind the window.
Felix was making those unseemly noises again, though he’d pulled away from the ledge entirely this time.
He slumped limply against his cell door, drained of all strength. His gaze went hazy and unfocused, his cheeks flushed a wild, unnatural crimson as if he’d drunk himself into a stupor.
Felix’s lips parted as he gasped for shaky breaths.
Every inch of his mind and body was drowning in an overwhelming wave of euphoria.
Every gentle stroke Lyra laid on his raven traveled straight through their psychic bond to his own senses.
Soft as downy feathers, the sensation brushed across every sensitive nerve ending from head to toe, sending tremors rippling deep within his soul.
Through foggy, muddled thoughts, Felix wondered if this was what a Guide’s close–range psychic cleansing
felt like.
Were those endless glowing testimonials from other Sentries describing this exact intoxicating warmth?
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His eyes glazed over, staring blankly into empty space as his eyelashes fluttered wildly.
was utterly, hopelessly addicted to this feeling…
It was a shame Lyra found him far too irritating to stand near.
He could only experience her quiet, soothing touch through the indirect link of his spirit animal.
Lyra kept running her fingers over the raven’s plumage, and Felix let out another strangled whine.
The sensation bit with sharp pain this time.
The psychic pollution clinging like rotting thorns deep inside his mind was being torn loose by an invisible force.
Black spots swam across Felix’s vision, and he doubled over, clutching his skull.
His skin paled rapidly, yet the flushed heat around his eyes refused to fade.
This tangled mix of agonizing pain and dizzy bliss was the most torturous sweet torment imaginable.
Sweat beaded thick across his forehead, plastering his loose bangs to his skin.
He curled his body into a tight ball, clamping his jaw shut hard enough to muffle every sound.
He hadn’t forgotten Draven’s warning from days prior.
No one else could find out how uniquely powerful Lyra was.
I found her first.
She is mine alone.
Blood seeped from where Felix’s teeth bit into his lower lip, his thoughts swirling into chaotic chaos like stirred muddy water.
Still, a warped, sick smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
He was a greedy dragon hoarding a priceless treasure–he would never share her with anyone.
Outside the cell, Lyra watched the raven slump fully relaxed at her feet, and she stroked its sharp little claws with a soft, calm expression.
It was far more pleasant company than its troublesome owner.
Down the hall, Rhys Barrier in Cell 119 banged roughly against his iron cell door.
“Felix, can you quit carrying on like that already p>
Spirit animals possessed far sharper sensory perception than their human counterparts.
Every shaky, breathless noise Felix made traveled straight through Rhys‘ own psychic link, grating on his nerves nonstop.
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Lyra found the shift in Felix odd as well.
Normally, he chattered nonstop. clinging to every chance to pester her with endless teasing.
Now he’d gone strangely quiet and withdrawn.
She lifted the raven into her arms and stepped over to the window of Cell 120 to peek inside.
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