Lyra POV
It’s pitch dark down here. I can’t see anything.
So I’m not expecting it when I feel Cassian’s hands on me.
On my shoulders first, pulling close so that my head is resting against his chest. He rubs his hand soothingly over my back.
“What are you doing?” I ask. I don’t mean to sound as breathless as I do.
I can’t tell if I’m aroused or frightened. Is he going to kill me?
Why did I tell him the truth? Why did I think it was okay to let him know that I was a Moon Caster? Of course he would be just like my old packmates.
Shifters kill Moon Casters. That’s the way it works.
I try to squirm away from his touch, but he holds me so tightly that I can’t break free.
“Stop,” he says, his voice low and rough. “Just stop. Okay? I’m not going to hurt you.”
And maybe I’m crazy—I’m ob
