Lyra
My eyes locked on Liam and everything vanished.
The world outside. The beautiful day I’d just spent with Lewis. The hope I’d felt about my father. It all vanished, replaced by one thing.
Fear.
Fear of what? I wasn’t sure. Maybe it was fear of the unknown. Fear of whatever conversation we were about to have. I dreaded it. I could already feel it coming—the storm. It would upend my entire day.
Slouched deep into the couch, eyes unmoving and cigarette smoke curling around him—when had he started smoking?—Liam finally broke the silence.
“Where have you been?”
I stayed mute, giving no reply.
Liam didn’t like that.
“I said… where. The. Hell. Have. You. Been?!” he growled, each word slamming against my chest. “I’ve been waiting here for you for hours. Where the hell were you, Lyra?”
