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La froze.
Her eyes widened a heartbeat later.
So that was what had happened. All those times he’d randomly dumped every dangerous object out in the open–he’d been trying to make peace with her on his own!
She hadn’t understood a thing.
She’d only thought he was throwing another unprovoked fit.
Feeling her body grow taut against him, Felix asked, “You get it now p>
Lyra nodded. “Does that mean we’ve made up p>
A low laugh rumbled beside her ear at the wording.
Then he lowered his voice, tone heavy with sincerity. “This isn’t making up. I’m asking you to forgive me p>
Lyra corrected him on her notepad. “It isn’t a plea. We’ve just untangled our misunderstanding p>
Felix rested his jaw and rolled it gently against her shoulder.
“Fine. Whatever you say.
“After all… I have to listen to you p>
Lyra smiled. The heavy weight sitting in her chest vanished all at once.
“Why won’t you let me look at you? I won’t tease you p>
Felix’s tone turned flat. “I just don’t want you to p>
Fine.
Lyra jotted another line down.
“That incident was fabricated, wasn’t it? You wouldn’t have flown into such a rage if it were real p>
When he read the words, his eyelashes trembled.
Lyra could feel the frame of the man behind her stiffen for a split second.
He let out a quiet hum of confirmation.
Then he buried his face against her shoulder.
“I’m sorry p>
Lyra’s lips curved softly, and she shook her head to show she held no resentment.
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Felix’s voice came out muffled.
tr believe me, right p>
She nodded firmly.
Sensing her movement, Felix pressed his lips together, his breathing unsteady.
They stayed leaned into each other in quiet stillness for a while.
Lyra shifted her shoulders.
Felix lifted his head, faint moisture clinging to his lashes.
“I wanted to say this earlier–your feathers got splattered with dinner grease, and now it’s all over my uniform p>
Felix nipped lightly at strands of her hair in retaliation, petty irritation seeping through.
“Cold as ice. You don’t even notice I’m starving p>
“I can grab you another serving, but what am I supposed to do about my uniform p>
Felix tilted his lips upward.
“Want me to wash it for you p>
“You don’t even have hands. How exactly would you manage that p>
Felix went rigid, shooting her a wounded look. “You know exactly how to cut straight to the bone p>
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“I was just following what you said p>
“Doesn’t change the fact that I’m hurt now p>
“What should I do to make it better p>
His wing brushed lightly against her chin.
“Let me touch your double chin p>
Lyra’s expression hardened instantly, and she swatted him away.
By the time she twisted around to face him, he’d already retreated deep into the shadowed rear of the cell.
Only the crow remained, staring back at her.
With her biggest worry laid to rest, Lyra felt lighter than air.
She turned down Jessa’s offer to walk back to the dorm together. First, she stopped by the medical wing to pick up medicine, then headed for the commissary and carried back two cans of wall paint.
Hadrien had seen the chaos inside the cell and chosen not to say a word.
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Did that mean… she could afford to push boundaries a little further?
ee the main door closed, she applied medicine to the hyena’s and lynx’s wounds separately, then crouched in the middle and used paint to cover the chaotic footprints on the floor.
༑། p>
Rhys pulled out a bag of snacks and munched as he watched. “Looks neater than all those scattered marks we had before p>
The larger spirit animals scattered around the space to amuse themselves,
The smaller ones treated Lyra like a living tree.
The ferret perched atop her head like a towel.
The red betta fish rested on one shoulder, and the crow claimed the other, acting as her two loyal guards
A crocodile sat beneath her, serving as an impromptu stool.
The hyena and lynx each
claimed opposite ends of the cell.
They stayed this calm for one
simple reason–Lyra held a stun gun.
She’d completely forgotten about it until now.
This time, she transformed into the Lightning Lord. Whoever dared cause trouble would get zapped!
All the troublemakers settled down, obedient and quiet.
Once the floor was covered, Lyra gestured for them to stay off the fresh paint, demonstrating how wet paint would stick to their paws.
Squeak, squeak!
The ferret, balanced on her crown, tangled its tiny paws in two clumps of her hair and tugged. The upright strands looked just like a pair of antennae.
Lyra picked up her paint bucket and walked over to the far wall. She lifted the crow resting on her shoulder and pressed its claws into the paint.
Snow falls, snow falls!
A crew of little painters come to the snow.
The crow draws bamboo blades.
The hyena paints plum blossoms.
The crocodile leaves maple leaf prints.
The orca carves thin crescent moons.
Down by the pond beneath bamboo groves, bettas and jellyfish dance and move.
The ferret slips and takes a tumble; the white bear laughs loud and full.
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The lynx trots over, hearing the bear’s cheer.
swallow soars high in the atmosphere.
The colorful spider hops across the ground,
The black snake naps, undisturbed and sound.
The sea eagle snaps, don’t make a sound!
The bamboo viper rises early when dawn comes around.
The white crane sings; the mantis dances free.
The cat counts one, two, three, four, five for all to sec.
They romp, they play, they laugh and shout.
Warm spring is soon to come about!
After finishing the last stroke, Lyra stepped back and tilted her head to admire the wall.
A satisfied grin spread across her face.
Who knew she was such a literary genius!
Only these spirit animals were willing to come out right now. She left empty space reserved, ready to add new figures whenever she met more spirit animals later.
Marcel scoffed, “Even preschool classrooms outgrew artwork like this p>
Rhys clapped enthusiastically. “Nicely done. Listening to that poem makes me feel ten years younger p>
Kyren’s tone dripped sarcasm. “That’s nothing. Add paper flowers, and we’d be all the way back to bedwetting age p>
Rhys laughed, “You wet the bed in preschool too? I thought I was the only one p>
Kyren was speechless. Idiot.
Cedric spoke gently. “It’s lovely work p>
Lyra twisted toward him. She lifted the ferret’s paws and pointed at the wall to explain she hadn’t painted everything herself–most of the marks were pressed there by the spirit animals‘ claws.
Cedric smiled, “I noticed. I meant the parts you drew by hand p>
Lyra grinned again, her eyes curving like crescent moons.
Once the cheerful mural of spirit animals playing in the snow was finished, she cleaned out the paint bucket, fetched clean water, and set about washing paint off everyone’s paws.
Some stood still and let her work.
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Others wriggled and fought hard to pull free.
Ly tilted her head in confusion.
Gideon spoke up for his spirit animal. “…It tickles p>
Her touch was gentle, light as a tickle against their palms.
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