Lyanna’s POV

I watched the woman’s eyes brim with tears as I suffocated her, my fingers tightening around her throat. Even though I knew what I was doing was wrong, I couldn’t stop myself. It felt instinctive, like something buried deep inside me had awakened. It was as if I held a grudge against her, ancient and unexplainable, and I needed to avenge myself somehow, even though I didn’t know why.

“You… let me… go…” her muffled words jolted me back to myself.

I froze, then ...