Lyra ~
I stared at the polished floor, trying to breathe through the sting omo my cheek. The slap still echoed in my ears. Chase stood frozen beside me, his fists clenched, and jaw tight.
“Father, that was too—” Chase tried to speak.
“Go to your room now!” Richard barked, cutting him off. “You aren’t off the hook either.”
Chase gave me a look—filled with worry and apology—before reluctantly walking away. I could tell he didn’t want to leave me alone, but either way he had no choice than to walk away.
Richard’s eyes landed back on me. They were colder now.
“How long?” he asked,his voice low. “How long have you two been… together?”
I looked him straight in the eye. “Since I day I went missing. When I left the house and got attacked.”
His lips pressed into a thin line. I’m disappointe
