I barely had time to steady myself when Lucas stormed into the room, his sharp eyes narrowing in on me. The moment he saw me, his face twisted into a mixture of concern and anger. His tall frame moved toward me like a predator closing in on its prey, and I instinctively took a step back.
"Lyra!" he barked, his voice tight with frustration. "What the hell happened? Your sweater’s torn to pieces, and you're shaking like you've seen a ghost. Where were you? Who did this?"
I opened my mouth to answer, but the words got stuck in my throat. I could feel the weight of his questions pressing down on me, each one heavier than the last. The panic still had its grip on me, my pulse thudding in my ears, and I just wanted to be left alone. I needed time to process everything that had happened.
"I—I’
