Lyra's POV
It was mockery—pure and deliberate.
The kind I savored, the way I bowed before her, the way I curtsied. I relished every moment of it, especially because of that flash of hatred and disgust in her eyes. It made the corners of my lips twitch with amusement. The sarcasm had struck its mark. I almost wanted to laugh right in her face. How dare she?
I rose to my feet, my smile never wavering, and made my way toward the bathroom. Each step echoed in the room, and I could feel Samantha’s stare searing into my back, her gaze sharp and full of heat.
Closing the door behind me, I exhaled slowly. The mirror caught my reflection—my grin still firmly in place and I let out a quiet chuckle. The game had begun, and I was more than ready to play. It had been far too long since I felt this
