Lyra’s POV
That question just hung there. You actually care about her, don’t you?
He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. You could see it all on his face, plain as day. This weird, tangled-up look. It made me want to scream. Right there in the hallway. All my time, all my work, everything I’d built—it was coming apart because of some guy who heals fast and can’t make up his mind.
“What is going on here?”
Nyx’s voice. It sliced down the hall, cold and sharp. It wasn’t a question you could ignore.
We both jerked like kids caught stealing. Kayden and me, still standing there like we were about to throw more punches, looked over at the same time.
She was in the doorway. Backlit from her room, so she was mostly a silhouette. She’d tied a robe on, tight around her waist. Her hair was a mess
