Lyra’s POV
“You have worked hard for the past three months,” he said. “You should rest tonight before you take on anything new.”
My face fell a little, and I tried not to show disappointment. “So not yet.”
“Not yet,” he confirmed. “Enjoy the victory while it lasts.”
He turned away to leave, but my thoughts didn’t follow him, they stayed on the words he had said to me three months ago. The scene replayed in my mind without permission. His body beneath mine, his breath unsteady, the threat in his voice.
I will f**k you into submission.
He had said that because he was losing control, and the way he vanished immediately after made it clear he regretted letting the words out. I should have been terrified or angry, but I wasn’t only that, something inside me reacted with curiosity and hung
