XYRA'S POV
Astor's face was only inches from mine when he fell back, confusion twisting his facial features. My heart echoed the same confusion, thumping against my ribs like a trapped bird.
"No!" My voice which was normally light and teasing, came out choked and raw. My own outburst surprised me, but the memory of Astor's lips on hers, still fresh and tingling, ignited a strange, fiery jealousy in my chest.
Astor's hands shot up, palms facing me in surrender. "Xyra, I..." His voice trailed off, searching my face for understanding that wasn't there.
"Don't you 'Xyra' me," I snapped, the word tasting bitter on my tongue. "How could you? One minute, you're all tangled up with her, and the next, you're trying to kiss me?"
Anger that I had never felt before, hot and prickly, bubbled up in
