Wilder POV
Almost as soon as we’ve gotten inside, Cassian and Milo announce that they’re going hunting and take off again.)
“They’re pissed,” I say to Lyra.
She’s sitting on what used to be the restaurant bar, her legs parted rather enticingly, and I have to remind myself that the two of us hardly know each other and that I definitely shouldn’t be making advances.
“Probably,” she says. “They’ll get over it.”
“Should I do something?”
“No. They’re not pissed at you. It’s just been a hectic couple of days.”
She frowns, then picks up a torn cloth napkin that was lying on the bar. She rips it along the tear and tosses most of it aside, so she’s just holding a narrow strip of cloth.
“Come here?”
I frown, wondering what she wants, but I approach her anyway.
She hands me the cloth and
