LYRA'S POV
“Lyra,” Kael called out, his expression seemingly worried as he took a couple of steps towards me. I blinked and realized that I'd imagined it. His eyes were as blue as sharply cut diamonds. The door shut behind him and I could hear Mirai scurrying away. “Are you okay?” His gaze drifted to my bed, “Your bed is soaked in sweat. Did you have a nightmare?”
I opened my mouth to speak but I was tongue-tied, so all I could do was nod and watch as he plopped down beside me and pushed a lock of hair behind my ears.
My racing heart slowed at the feeling of his fingertips against my skin. My trembling hands that were folded and pressed deep against the bed had stopped shaking and my body had unknowingly moved closer to him, until we were seated closely against each other with my head
