Lyra’s POV
Rather than a push, a slap, or a curse, he gently pulled me away, still staring into my eyes.
“What are you doing?” He muttered lovingly.
“What does it look like? I couldn't help it.” I whispered nervously and he shook his head.
“It's dangerous, Lyra.” He warned me, but I wasn't falling for that.
“I don't care. I am willing to play with danger.” I said seriously, sounding determined, and advanced for another kiss when he stepped backward.
“Don't forget your purpose here, Lyra. You are our Guardian, to fight and protect us. Love shouldn't be on your plate right now.” He reminded me coldly and I sighed.
“I know. I know but I can't help it.” I felt so embarrassed and miserable.
The fact that everything he was doing now was humiliating, but I couldn't back away, or give him
