Liam
I did not hear that right.
She said, “Don’t go.”
Soft. Barely above a whisper. But it hit me hard enough to upend every thought in my head, hard enough to make me wonder if she was being sarcastic, and even expect a biting word to follow after.
It made no sense.
The Lyra I knew would never, in a million years, ask me to stay with her. She was strong like that. Proud like that. And damn if that wasn’t why I loved her so much.
Now you love her so much? Aries mocked.
That was a mistake. I didn’t love Lyra.
Oh yeah? Keep telling yourself that.
“Liam?”
Slowly, I turned. And when I looked at her, a quiet ache filled my chest.
There she was, in our old bed, tucked beneath the blanket we’d once shared, hair mussed and brown eyes glossy with something I couldn’t name.
Gods, Lyr
