Page 203 of Bound By Crimson
She wasn’t healing slowly.
She was being poisoned.
Her eyes drifted toward the tray beside her.
She reached out.
And shoved it away.
It clattered softly on the table, untouched.
This wasn’t weakness. It wasn’t recovery.
It was a slow execution.
Chapter Seventy-Four
Even a Monster Can Bleed
The baby was crying again.
Lyric stared at the ceiling, her arms folded across her chest, doing nothing but listening.
Not reaching. Not calling.
Just listening.
He didn’t sound like a newborn anymore.
There was no way to track time.
But her body knew.
And so did his voice.
The door opened.
Editha stepped in, calm and composed. No knock. No smile.
Just presence.
“Still sulking?” she asked.
Lyric didn’t answer.
Editha moved across the room with purpose, like she’d rehearsed this conversation before entering.
“I was just thinking,” she said, smoothing her blouse, “how far you’ve fallen.”
She stopped beside the bed.
“Little boutique queen in New York—you thought you were untouchable.”
“And now? You can’t even stand up.”
Lyric blinked slowly.
“Pathetic,” Editha added, tilting her head. “All it took was one man. That’s how weak you are. One man’s hands on your skin—and you collapsed.”
