LYRA’S POV
“Care if I join you girls for a drink?” He asked, with eyes focused on me.
“We didn't invite you, Tyler.” Zoey said with a sneer.
I shifted in my seat, uncomfortable with the strange man’s attention. “My name is Tyler.” He said with a smirk. “What’s your name, beautiful?”
“Lyra,” I spoke curtly, hoping he could get the memo and leave me alone.
Tyler didn’t seem to get the memo, instead, he leaned closer to me, choking me with his drunken odour.
“Lyra..” He tested my name in his mouth, “I should call you, Lily, just like the flower, cause I guess we will be working together in the future?” He trailed a finger down my arm, a dirty smile on his face.
“You have such flawless skin,” he muttered, “I wonder what it tastes like..”
I slapped away his hand with an outrageous
