Lyra
I just had Caine hide, and then Liam walked in.
He stepped in without my permission, his tall frame framed by the light from the hallway spilling through. His eyes softened when they found mine, and something in my chest stirred.
“Hi.”
“Hi.” I said back.
“How are you?”
Uh, that sounds like a pretty awkward greeting.
“I’m fine.”
“I am just checking in after...”
…last night, I finished for him in my head.
Or was it after sneaking out of bed this morning, leaving it cold and empty?
I wondered if he’d left to be with Evelyn. Goddess forbid she found us together.
I gave a small, barely-there smile and walked to meet him in the center of the room.
“I’m fine, Liam.”
“You sure?”
His voice dropped to that tone, the very one he used when he was trying to read past my walls.
