Lyra's POV
There was something about Keto's kisses. Something comforting. Familiar. Like falling into a memory I didn’t know I needed.
Keto was everything Jacob was not, and Jacob was the opposite of Orion as well. Keto is dependable, you always know he's thinking of you, always know he's got your back, and won't leave you. That was peace, that was security, but I'd become accustomed to war, been traumatized so much by toxic men that I adore poison, and I just can't help myself.
But when we were kissing, everything in me wished it was Keto. My fantasy man, but it was too late. Some other guy had already screwed around with my head. And he screwed it so severely I didn't desire anything but him.
Keto's fingers moved slowly at first, tracing across my arms, skimming along the edges of my
