Chapter 102
Chapter 103 Felix’s Gifts
His tall, lean build, paired with the chilling intimidation of his half–feral face, completely masked his simple, earnest personality.
Truth be told, if Harlan hadn’t spoken to her in a calm, gentle tone when they first met, Lyra would have been terrified of him at first sight.
She could still picture the scene vividly: a dim, shadowy room, his slender, slightly hunched figure standing alone. Faint light flickered from outside the door, catching a glimpse of cold, hard dark green scales.
A single icy, inhuman emerald vertical pupil had stared at her silently from the darkness.
Lyra shivered lightly at the thought.
“What’s wrong?” Harlan asked at once, concern in his voice.
Lyra shook her head awkwardly, not daring to meet his gaze.
She could never admit she’d just cast his image as a terrifying horror movie villain in her mind.
Harlan picked up his weaving tool from beside him, lowering his head seriously. “It must be getting colder. I’ll hurry and weave you a thick sweater p>
Lyra smiled and pressed a hand to her forehead, helpless yet fond.
She gestured to him, signaling she was going to check on the others.
Harlan turned his head, noticing something.
He reached out and tugged her beanie down snugly over her ears.
“Keep your ears covered p>
His tone and manner were warm and doting, just like a kind, earnest elder.
Lyra nodded with a smile, thanked him sincerely, then turned to head toward the other
rooms.
They hadn’t talked much before, yet almost every Sentinel here had given her all sorts of odd, little gifts.
The most unique one came from a petite young boy with a crisp, childish voice and eyes that always seemed shrouded in faint mystery.
He’d given her a small lizard skeleton.
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He’d strung all its joints together with thin cord and explained it to her eagerly, grinning the whole time.
“Watch this–pull the string, and its mouth snaps wide open like it’s seen a ghost! Pull it again, see? Isn’t it cool p>
Lyra stared blankly, forcing a stiff smile and nodding.
After finishing his demonstration, Leif Lunden held out the delicate skeleton to her.
“Here. It’s for you p>
Lyra hesitated inwardly but reached out to take it.
His thumb brushed lightly over her fingertips as he let go, leaving a faint chill on her skin.
Lyra stared down at the pale skeleton, strung together like a macabre puppet, unsure how to
react.
“Be careful with it,” Leif reminded her softly, lifting his gaze to meet hers. “The bones are thin. Pull too hard, and they’ll snap right off p>
Lyra nodded numbly.
She turned and handed the strange gift to Hadrien for safekeeping, then thanked Leif politely as always.
A faint, secretive smile tugged at Leif’s rosy lips. He watched her earnest expression quietly, his eyes glinting with hidden light.
Meanwhile, Hadrien stared at him in silence, quietly marking Leif down on his list of people to investigate further.
When Lyra reached the last room down the hall, she stopped two steps short of the door, squeezing her hands tightly and taking a deep breath.
The room was completely silent. She glanced back at Hadrien.
Hadrien could see the clear nervousness on her face–the way a child looked to a grown–up for guidance and reassurance before stepping into something unfamiliar.
“He’s likely prepared,” Hadrien said gently. “But like Rook, his consciousness is still unstable. He’s probably unconscious right now p>
While Lyra was recovering, Rhys had openly asked when she would be discharged. Felix had been awake at the time and heard every word.
Lyra nodded.
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She waited a few more seconds, but no sound came from inside the room.
She pressed her lips together, then turned and left with Hadrien.
Flushed
Just as they reached the lift to head downstairs, a sudden commotion erupted from behind them.
A series of sharp clattering crashes echoed through the corridor.
Lyra spun around quickly, watching a pile of objects crash to the ground outside the window.
A flash of black wings darted past in the chaos.
Lyra glanced at Hadrien first, then hurried toward the room at once.
“Slow down,” Hadrien warned in a low, steady tone.
Lyra eased her pace slightly, yet her heart raced with growing urgency.
When she reached the door of Cell 221, the scattered mess on the floor left her stunned.
Messy was not the right word. Every item on the ground had been carefully broken down, sharpened, and crafted into crude but deadly weapons.
She’d asked Felix about this before, and he’d claimed he had nothing hidden.
Turns out he’d been hoarding weapons like a secret arms dealer.
What a liar.
Lyra peered into the room.
It was pitch black inside. Even the window that let in daylight had been completely covered over, blocking every sliver of light.
She couldn’t see a single thing, no matter how she leaned in.
The only faint glow in the room came from a half–built set of doll furniture. The doll still sat neatly on the vanity stool, wearing a soft, warm smile.
Beside her, Hadrien crouched down and examined, one by one, the dangerous weapons capable of easily piercing a person’s chest or neck.
…This jerk.
At least he could focus on doing something useful when his mind was clear.
Hadrien did not walk her back to the dorm.
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Jessa had come looking for her instead.
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At first, Jessa had been genuinely happy for Lyra, seeing all the gifts she’d received.
But her expression turned grave the moment she learned the presents were all from the Sentinels.
Lyra smiled softly, understanding her concern perfectly.
In everyone’s eyes, the Sentinels of the Black Spire were nothing more than ticking time bombs.
It wasn’t just their high contamination levels that made them dangerous. Many of them were violent and unpredictable by nature.
Even without the influence of psychic contamination, they could snap and turn violent out of nowhere.
Bloodshed and violent incidents had broken out in every cell block, not just Building Three, many times before.
Jessa nudged the largest item among the gifts with her hand.
“What on earth is this? Some kind of artillery p>
Lyra placed a slip of paper on the handle of the small cart and began to write.
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