Chapter 89

Finally, Nile dropped the whip to the bed and turned away. He walked to the table, and when he faced Lyra again, he was holding a syringe in his hand. “I tried being nice to you,” he said, inspecting the liquid in the syringe. “It's your fault that things have to be this way.” Lyra swallowed, her entire body stinging with pain. “What's that?” “This?” He showed her the syringe, which contained a greenish liquid. “Since you refused to be my partner, I have to keep you in line. This will make sure you cannot get up to any funny business.” He walked forward and reached for Lyra's arm. Since she was bound, there was nothing Lyra could do to stop him. “Did the witches give you that?” she mocked as he plunged the needle into her arm. “Aren't you ashamed of being a traitor to your own kind?” “You are in no position to judge me,” he told her. “Look at yourself. You are willing to die for the same people who made your life a living hell. You are a traitor to yourself. I would call you a slave, b