Lyra
Liam didn’t come home last night or if he did, I didn’t see him. And frankly, I was glad about that.
I still couldn’t get yesterday’s office encounter out of my head. The way he’d roughly slammed me into the wall, his stupid questions—which, honestly, my subconscious had warned me he would snap—the things Aries had said to him, the near kiss again and Jonathan almost catching us…it was all too much.
I couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t keep myself steady. And now, as I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, the harsh light doing nothing to hide the dark circles beneath my eyes that showed my restless night, I wondered where it had all gone wrong.
This was not me.
The woman who almost gave into Liam’s push and pull yesterday, that wasn’t me. I had to get it together.
I didn’t c
