Lyra's POV
The morning light seemed cruel, casting everything in sharp clarity, making the reality of last night pierce even deeper. Kurtis’s words echoed in my mind, his gaze, the way he almost kissed me, only to pull back as if something unspoken was holding him back. My heart twisted, and I forced myself to sip my coffee, even as my stomach churned with regret and frustration.
Ella stormed into the room, not bothering to knock, her eyes narrowed as she looked me over.
“Are you even going to tell me what happened last night?” she demanded, arms crossed tightly over her chest. “I can’t take this silent brooding anymore, Lyra. Either spill or I’m dragging it out of you!”
I bit my lip, fighting the heat rising in my cheeks. “Ella, please... it’s complicated.”
“Complicated?!” she huffe
