Lyra’s POV
This was just another session. That’s what I whispered in my head. Another appointment. Another patient. Nothing more.
But the moment my eyes landed on him, sitting there with that unreadable expression, my chest betrayed me. It tightened, as though it already knew the weight of what was coming.
I sat across from him, notebook in hand, my pen ready. But my fingers trembled slightly where they rested on the page.
And then he looked at me.
Cassian’s eyes, cold but restless, fixed on me in a way that made my skin warm. I cleared my throat, keeping my tone calm. And when he spoke, “you are late” , I was speechless.
I tried to steady my voice . But inside? I was breaking.
The session began like any other.
At least, that’s how I wanted it to look. Professional. Steady. As if t
