Lyra's POV
“Stay safe out there,” Cassian calls after me as I climb the steps of Giuseppe’s up to the street.
I roll my eyes.
“You know I’m not going far.”
“Do you want me to come with you?”
“No,” I say. “Stay. Seriously.”
I’m going looking for undergarments today, and although I know any of the guys would be perfectly willing to come with me, there’s something about this particular errand that makes me want to go alone.
It’s probably because I’m surrounded by men all the time. I can’t get away from them. I want shopping for bras to be a feminine thing, and the only way I get that experience is by going on my own.
I mean, I do like being surrounded by men all the time. I like the way I feel when they look at me—powerful and desired. I like the way all I have to do is take one of t
