Lyra’s Pov …
I stirred beneath Ethan’s suit jacket, my silver hair spilling in tangled waves over my shoulders. My eyelids fluttered open, adjusting to the dim glow of the cave.
Every muscle ached—especially my legs, which trembled weakly beneath me. I tried to push myself up, but my arms gave out, and I collapsed back onto the cold stone with a frustrated gasp.
What the hell…?
The memories of last night crashed over me—Ethan’s hands on my skin, his mouth claiming mine, the way I’d surrendered to him completely. My cheeks burned.
He wasn’t entirely gentle.
Shaking off the thoughts, I scanned the cave, my pulse spiking. Shadows stretched across the walls, silent and empty.
"Ethan?" My voice echoed back at me.
Nothing.
A cold knot twisted in my stomach.
He left. The r
