Lyra's Pov
The ride back to the mansion was tense. I felt as though my thoughts were tied in knots, replaying Varg’s words about our intimate night over and over. The moonlight hung high in the sky, bathing the world in its soft glow, while Varg hummed along to the mellow tune playing softly on the stereo.
He glanced at me briefly, his red eyes catching the moonlight in a way that made them gleam. His lips curved into a subtle, almost unnoticeable smile, and for a moment, his calm demeanor made me wonder if I was overthinking everything. Maybe, just maybe, things really were changing.
“Your thoughts are racing,” he said, his gaze returning to the road. “Take a deep breath. Relax.”
I bit my lip, wondering if he could somehow hear my thoughts. His red eyes flickered again, sharp yet soo
