LYRA'S POV
Just when I assumed it was all over for me, his eyes reflected pools of relief instead of notes of rage and revenge as I had anticipated all these months of hiding.
“We need to talk,” his voice wasn't harsh. I scrambled for the key in my purse and fumbled my way through until it entered the keyhole and the door opened with a creak.
“I've been waiting here for almost half an hour, why did you take so long getting back?” He asked as he breezed into my apartment and I tried to strengthen my breathing.
He had the medallion in his hand now and a strange rush of possessiveness ran across my veins.
I wanted it back.
But I couldn't dare demand it.
“When did you figure out it was me? If you already knew all this time why did you let me keep walking on eggshells?”
My legs were sha
