**Zara/Reika**
Lyra walked into the lounge, legs trembling, shoulders as stiff as a board and her eyes wide and red around the rim.
I bit my lips to hide the smile that tugged on it and raised the champagne glass to my face.
She stopped some paces away from me, her hands clutching her dress at her side, her face carrying a glaring red print that warmed my heart.
That was just the beginning.
For a moment, she said nothing, just staring at me with eyes that looked contrite but I could see the scheming going on behind them, I could see the anger that skittered across them and the tightening of her jaw.
I wouldn't mind a staring contest until she decided to f*****g open her mouth.
She was already in my net anyway.
“I—I….”
“Did you suddenly grow a stutter?” I barked as I placed the gla
