The Rise Of The Ugly Luna novel Chapter 231

Chapter 231

LYRIC

I didn’t even turn to glance at him but kept my eyes on Jaris as I thought of what I was about to do with his memories. I was sure there would be no

mistake.

While we waited for the moon to come out, Caden had gotten me to experiment on three of his prisoners–crazy that he was already beginning to have prisoners.

My powers did precisely what I wanted them to do withou

killing the men–unlike when I’d killed that Executioner by accident.

“As soon as I give him the antidote, he’ll be weak. That is when you Siphon him. Do you understand?”

“Is this necessary?” I glanced at him with teary eyes. “We could just… let him go and I’ll stay away from him like the contract says. We don’t have to-”

“No. I know my brother. He’s never going to stop fighting for you even 6

you try to avoid him. He needs a good reason to stay away.”

“To hate me, you mean!” I snapped at him. But he simply shrugged.

“Call it what you want. Now, do I give him the antidote or not?”

I bite down on my lower lip to stop it from shaking. Gods, I hated him so much. I hated the son of a bitch and hope he suffers at the end of this.

Sniffling, I moved away from Jaris. “Get him up.”

Caden whistled, calling one of his men who came in with the antidote in a very small bottle. I watched with curious eyes as he lowered to Jaris‘ side to inject the antidote in him.

“How did you get that antidote?” I suddenly asked. “I mean, my powers wouldn’t even work on him since he was poisoned with my blood. So, what antidote is strong enough to work on him?”

“Don’t bore yourself with the details, Lyric,” he answered coldly

Without looking at me.

I couldn’t say anything else as Jaris suddenly gasped awake. Every other thought flew out the window as my entire focus was on him.

He was awake! Caden was right when he said he’d wake him up.

Gods, at some point, I’d been scared the son of a bitch wouldn’t keep to the end of his bargain.

“Now, Lyric! Do it!” Caden ordered.

Just like he said, Jaris looked weak and didn’t even have his eyes opened yet. I wasn’t sure he knew what was happening around him.

My feet felt like jelly as I went to sit on the edge of the bed beside him. His handsome face soon blurred in my vision due to the tears that had gotten

worse.

“Damn it, Lyric. Stop stalling and do what I fucking asked,” Caden snapped, his patience clearly growing thin.

I didn’t have a choice. There was a contract binding us. I had to do his bidding.

Taking Jaris‘ hand in mine, I dug my nails into the flesh of his wrist and began the process. Tears streaked as I ran through the memories in my head–the memories I wanted gone from his.

I erased all our good times–the first day we met at that bar and he called me Princess.

That magical night where he touched my body for the first time.

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Chapter 231

The first day he kissed me.

All the little moments that seemed like nothing but deep down, we knew our hearts were synching.

Our first sex in Darkspire.

All the times I was there for him when he was at his lowest. The times he made crazy decisions for me.

Carefully and painfully, I stripped Jaris off his feelings for me. I siphoned the emotions that made me special in his heart.

I didn’t stop until I was sure he was left with nothing and the name Lyric would never mean anything to him.

He was going to remember me, but only as a rando

girl he

new

Our future was gone. As was our past.

should’ve met. The Siphon who killed his mother and managed to get away with it.

I was shaking like a leaf by the time I finished and removed I my nails from him. His eyes were still closed, and this time, it looked like he had gone to sleep.

My tears had shaped a sorrowful necklace, tracing the line of my neck. My heart ached terribly. Not just literally but physically–like a sharp pain carefully hurting me.

1 brushed my fingers into my hair as I stood up, sobbing like a child.

“It’s done. It’s over,” I told Caden before I ran out of the room.

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JARIS

I woke up in the middle of the night in a strange environment.

I’d been lying on a bench, and there was no recollection of how I got here. This was definitely not the Capital City. How did I get here?

I looked around, confused. Something felt wrong within me. Like there was something greatly missing.

The last thing I remembered was getting an arrow in my throat. I touched my neck, but the mark was gone.

Who shot me? And for how long was I passed out?

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