Lyra POV
I don’t know what’s up with me, but by the time I get back to the room where Cassian, Milo, and I are staying, I’m feeling completely wired.
Then Milo comes walking out of the bedroom wearing nothing but a pair of shorts, and suddenly I absolutely do know what’s up with me.
I feel like f*****g.
“Where’s Cassian?” I demand, because throwing down right in front of each other is still not something we do. Maybe someday. I don’t think I’d mind.
“Thought he was with you,” Milo says.
“He hasn’t come back yet? I went for a walk with Wilder after the meeting.”
Just saying Wilder’s name spikes my arousal higher. That could be a problem.
Milo folds his arms across his chest. “Is he trying to get you to join his little coven?”
“No,” I say. “He’s not doing anything he didn’t tell us
