LYRA
Lucien twirled me round his arms, his strong hands gripping my waist. My eyes lingered on Cassien who was dancing with another lady.
“Why isn't he here?” I asked, jealousy cracking my voice.
“It would raise suspicion.” Lucien raised his eyebrow as if telling me that I was supposed to know. Well. I do, but it didn't help matters, did it? “Even this is raising suspicion. We rarely dance and, with you, we shouldn't even try but here we are,” he added.
“And why are you terrible?” he asked in return.
I looked away from his gaze and wetted my lips. “It's Rowan,” I said.
“What did he do again?” Lucien's grip tightened against my waist.
“It's nothing,” I replied instantly.
“Wild one,” he growled.
“It's really nothing, just asked where I was last night,” I said.
“And? What
