Lyra let out a gasp as she fought against the weight of the figure that pressed down on her. In that moment, she glanced up, and her breath caught in her throat—not because she was scared, but for a completely different reason.
He was absolutely gorgeous.
The man standing over her had strong, well-defined features and a jawline so sharp it could almost cut glass. His eyes were a striking silver that seemed to shine under the soft light of the moon. His dark hair was messy and framed his face in a way that looked both careless and attractive. But what really caught her attention was the smirk on his lips, which was infuriating yet undeniably charming.
For a brief second, she completely forgot why she was lying on the ground.
Then, as if something inside her took over, she lifted
