“NO. Absolutely not! It’s not going to happen. I won’t allow it.” Lycur yells from where he is sitting on the bed. His expression is both incredulous and severe.
Lyva stands beside him obstinately, her expression is a mirror of his, her fists are placed firmly on her hips and her feet are braced.
They are at an impasse.
She will not move and neither will he. Pryderi and I look at each other with raised eyebrows, trying to quieten down the twins, who were unceremoniously woken from their sleep by the row that has been escalating over the last few minutes.
“You can’t stop me.” Lyva grounds out in a feral tone that is becoming more and more frequent. After days of worrying that she would never speak again, her stubborn attitude now makes it clear that she is ready to take on any challen
