Lyra's Pov...
I was at the east wing of the school halls when Chase caught up with me. His brows were furrowed, and his eyes locked onto me with suspicion. He leaned against the railing, arms folded across his chest, watching me closely as I approached with a grin tugging at my lips.
“There it is again,” he said, squinting. “That smile.”
I blinked. “What?”
“You’ve been smiling a lot lately. And not your usual smirk either. You’ve been… over the moon. And don’t think I didn’t see you bolt out of the changing room earlier. What were you running from?”
Or who was I running from, I thought bitterly.
I rolled my eyes and kept walking. “Mind your business, Chase.”
He fell in step beside me, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I should mind my business, but you’re in Ember’s and my busine
