Lyse ran, not with a destination in mind, but to get as far away from Levi's guards as she could.
At least outside she would be able to regroup her thoughts and find a way to help Lily and stop her evil aunt from casing more havoc. She was not a damsel in distress, she would not just wait around to be saved by her knight in shinning armour.
She had to find Ophelia herself. When she found her then they could settle scores.
After then, Ophelia would never hurt anyone she cared about. Lyse did not know how the outcome would be, all she cared about was that it would all have to end.
If it had to end with her death then so be it.
She hivered at the thought of dying, she was afraid.
But she was sick of not being able to live because she was hounded at every corner.
She kept to the side streets, her head down, a hoodie pulled over her dark hair.
Every horn, every shout, made her flinch. The city, once her playground, was now a hunting ground, and she was the prey.
