“I want to go out.”
Kieran, who had been casually cleaning his dagger, barely looked up. “Of course, you do.”
Lyra folded her arms. “What’s *that* supposed to mean?”
He sighed dramatically, leaning back against the doorframe. “You always want to go out. What exactly is it that you’re looking for? Are you running from something? A secret lover, perhaps?”
Lyra groaned. “Oh, please.”
Kieran smirked. “Admit it, Princess. You just want an excuse to spend more time with me.”
She blinked at him. Then she burst out laughing. “Oh, wow. That’s cute. Did you rehearse that line in the mirror?”
He pressed a hand to his chest. “Ouch. That wound is deep.”
“It should be,” she muttered.
He chuckled. “Fine, fine. Give me a moment. I need to get ready.”
She scowled. “You need to
