Lyra's POV
His voice lingered in the air.
“Say the word,” Keto said again, softer this time, like he was bracing himself for a blade to the chest.
I did not speak. I could not. My mouth was arid, my throat tight with something I did not know how to put into words. The air between us thickened, grew heavy, and I felt his gaze on me, burning along my spine like a red-hot brand.
Keto looked at me, begging, questioning. But I could only think about how ridiculous everything was. My body was no longer my own. And at the heart of all the craziness, he was looking to me to make a decision.
"Keto," I whispered, and as soon as my voice broke, I saw something inside him break.
I never wanted this," I told him, "to be this woman between two men. One love, one heart, that's what I've always bel
