Lyra’s POV
Hard as I tried not to let my excitement show, a small stupid little smile kept trying to curl my lips as I walked the dim hall toward Nyx’s rooms. Four days. It’d been four whole days since I’d had her to myself. Lately, all her time got sucked up by that new prisoner, the half-dead human male she hauled in from the warehouses. Probably torturing him. Taking him apart bit by bit, like she does. I get it. After everything, rage is what keeps her moving. But hell, I missed her and I'm sure as hell she missed me too.
Tonight, I’ll remind her I’m the one who can cool that fire.
I wore the deep red silk slip, the one that stops mid-thigh. Thin straps crossed my back. Nothing underneath. Just skin. My hair fell loose, and I’d dabbed jasmine oil at my throat—her favorite. She alway
