Lyra told herself that the few punches Caspian took didn't come close to the agonizing suffering he had put her through with that poison. She had no reason to feel guilty.
Downstairs, Alistair stood rooted to the spot, leaning heavily on his cane. Seeing Lyra sprinting down the stairs, he asked, "What happened, Lyra?"
Lyra forced down the lump in her throat, hastily bowed to say goodbye, and hurried out of the Jameson estate.
She knew perfectly well that dragging this out any longer wouldn't do any of them any good.
Let it end here...
She had had enough.
"You see that?"
Victoria shot a look at the battered Caspian, then turned her gaze to Rowan, who was practically radiating violent hostility. She had never imagined her two sons would come to blows over a woman.
"That's how selfish she is. You get beaten half to death for her, and she walks away without a second glance."
"Cas, don't let her fool you anymore..."
Caspian's swollen face was masked in shock. He truly hadn't expected Lyra to abandon him without a word of concern.
He felt an undeniable shift in her. She was different now.
Otherwise, how could she have told him to kill his brother?
And strangely, she seemed to understand him far too well.
Helped up by his parents, Caspian winced as the movement pulled at his injuries, drawing a sharp hiss of pain. But then, a smile crept onto his face...

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