Vyre’s belly was covered in silver streaks as her body tried to mend and maintain itself but lacked the power to do so.<span style="color: #5900b3"> “Ana is my responsibility. Ashia is my responsibility. You are the invader and you are replacing me in their lives. I’m supposed to support and care for them, not you.</span>” She glared at Inaara with tear stained cheeks but couldn’t muster another growl.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>