LYRA
My body reacted to him in ways I had almost forgotten. A familiar feeling swept through me and I cursed the fact that my stomach twirled at his sight. I tried to remind myself how it was wrong. He's done nothing but treated me ill in the past. I knew I shouldn't feel that way about it. It was wrong. Abominable.
The shock in his eyes was hard to miss. He stared at me like he had just seen a ghost, and couldn't move for the first few seconds. His lips parted slowly to speak, but no words came out of it.
He took a deep breath, as if he was regaining all his lost strength. “H–How's this possible?” He closed his eyes. “You’re supposed to be dead. How is it possible that you're standing before me again?”
His statement brought back the anger I had almost forgotten, reminded of all the te
