LYRA’S POV
“Lyra.”
I c****d a brow. “Darius.”
His lips pursed into a displeased line. “How... how are you?”
I blinked owlishly, not expecting those words from his mouth. “In a familiar state as the last time you almost killed me in your rage after our argument three or so years ago. It’s not different from then.” I gave a nonchalant shrug.
“How many times do you want me to apologise for that, Lyra?”
“Until you f*****g mean it. But that would be an impossible feat for you when it comes to me. But don’t worry, you have no obligation towards me and you don’t have to lie through your teeth no more.”
Darius glove covered hands squeezed tight, the sound of leather straining a loud sound in the otherwise quiet room. “Why did you do it?”
I scoff, giving him an incredulous look. “You’re jok
