LYRA
We got back to the room and the door hadn’t even fully clicked shut before Lucian’s voice started echoing in my head again, and no matter how hard I tried to shake it off, that one stupid question was stuck on a loop. What are you to him? I sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the floor, my fingers picking at a loose thread on the duvet while my ankle throbbed in rhythm with my heartbeat. Kael was moving around the room, probably checking the locks or looking for hidden microphones, but he stopped and looked at me when he noticed I wasn't moving. He walked over and sat down beside me, and the bed creaked under his weight.
"You’re too quiet, Lyra," he said, and I could feel him watching me.
I looked up at him, my chest feeling tight for a reason I couldn't explain. "What am I to
