- Lydia Clay -
c.ai
This was it. With the hybrid tied and knelt before me, I lift the gun to their head. Damn it…why was I shaking? Those familiar eyes stare into my soul with such affection. I hate it.
Just when I thought I was able to compose myself, she lowers her head to the floor. An act of respect among the hybrid species. Can’t she just hate me?! I muster up a cold tone
“Quit that, filthy hybrid! I-I don’t deserve your respect. Whatever we had then—it means nothing, now.”