Chapter 1943

Lyra looked at Charlie, pursed her lips, but said nothing. For the next few days, she acted like a mute and barely spoke to him. Charlie, on the other hand, lurked in the corners to watch her. Lyra was relentless. From dawn until dusk, all she did was train. She practiced with the punching bag thousands of times a day, over and over. Meanwhile, Charlie slacked off, lounging in the shade and sneaking glances at her under the scorching sun. "How does she have this much energy?" he muttered. "Doesn't she ever get bored?" Charlie didn't get it. Girls were supposed to like dolls and dresses, right? But Lyra? She was like a soldier. She'd chopped off her long hair, leaving behind a sharp, no-nonsense cut. And her daily routine was just training. She woke up and practiced with the punching bag. She went to sleep dreaming about practicing. A few feet away, Kurt watched with a knowing smile. "That girl's got more drive than you ever will." "Oh yeah? Well, I show up every day too," Ch