Lyra's POV
I didn’t say anything.
Because there was nothing to say.
What do you tell the man who shattered you and then sat beside the mess, bleeding too?
Sorry, I broke you while you were breaking me?
Not exactly a Hallmark moment.
Leo stayed at the bar. Back to me. Shoulders tense.
The silence between us was thick and dangerous,the kind that usually ends in one of two ways: a kiss that breaks skin, or a bullet.
Right now, I wasn’t sure which one I preferred.
My heart thudded like it couldn’t make up its damn mind either.
Fight or f**k.
Run or ruin.
Maybe all of the above.
I should have left.
But I didn’t.
Because something in me,some sick, feral corner,liked seeing him like this. Vulnerable. Fractured.
Twisting in the trap he built.
He downed another shot. This one slow
