~Lyra~
Alright, let’s get something straight because I know some of y’all are out there absolutely foaming at the mouth, ready to drag me by my hair through the comments like, “Lyra, what the actual f**k is wrong with you?”
And you know what? That’s fair.
Because yes. Yes, I did it.
I told Damon—while his c**k was still buried inside me, while my legs were trembling and my p***y was still spasming from the kind of orgasm that rewires your brainstem—I told that man, let’s go check on Camilla.
I know. I deserve jail. Maybe a slap. Maybe a whole trial by fire. But before you light your pitchforks and scream betrayal, let me explain.
First of all, I hate Camilla. Not a little. Not in a “she’s annoying” kind of way. I hate her like my soul recognizes her as its personal enemy.
She’s fak
