Lyra's POV The hallway felt too long, my footsteps echoing against the cold walls and floor. I tried to shield myself from there icy atmosphere that was hell bent on biting into my skin, but I just couldn't fight it off, no matter how hard I tried. Each step was a reminder that I was heading back to an empty room, and while that hadn't always been a problem, it was now. It wasn't the fact that the room was empty, but the fact that that empty room served as the perfect prison that didn't mind trapping me with thoughts of a particular human, one I was sure didn't care too much about me anymore. If someone had whispered in my ears that the night was going to turn out the way it had, I honestly wouldn't have believed it. Not because I couldn't, but because I didn't want to. A part of me had thought that Xavier had called me to his office to make peace, but now, now it just felt like the rift between us had grown wider. My mind was still reeling, and even though I didn't want it,
Xavier’s POV The silence pressed against me long after the door shut behind her.Lyra’s scent lingered faintly in the room, sharp and sweet, taunting me like the ghost of her words. My hand flexed against the edge of my desk, knuckles whitening as I replayed every glance, absyevery pause in her speech. She had looked at me as though daring me to call her a liar, daring me to strip away her layers until I found what she was hiding.Damn her, and damn me for letting her get this far under my skin.I tried to focus on the papers scattered before me, reports, requests, matters that demanded my full attention, yet the ink blurred uselessly. All I could see was the way her lips had tightened, the flicker of something dangerous in her eyes when I mentioned Xander.Xander.The thought of him gnawed at me like a viper coiled in my chest. His gaze lingered on her too often. He smiled too easily when she entered the room, and though I had no proof, my gut screamed he wanted her. Worse still,
Xavier’s POV The gardens were alive with laughter, and it made my stomach churn. It wasn't the shallow, performative kind nobles wore like masks, but a genuine deep, rolling, and untamed one. There were hints of mockery dripping from it, but there was something else that stuck to me. I knew that sound too well and even if I'd just woken up from a coma, I would be able to recognize whom that voice belonged to. Anywhere, anytime . Xander. The mere thought of him was more than enough to have my insides flailing in anger and nothing else. While every part of me wanted nothing more than to charge out there and find out what the fuck was so funny, I didn't. I froze on the stone path, partly cloaked in the shade of an arch draped with climbing vines. My gaze was drawn to the sight unfolding a few paces away, and the moment I noticed he was standing too close to her, to Lyra, something inside me snapped into two. Her back was stiff, her head tilted ever so slightly away as thoug
Lyra’s POV I used to blame all of the bad things that happened to me on that moon goddess, since I liked to think that she had a hand in whatever evil thing I experienced. But right now,, and with the man standing in front of me, I couldn't help but feel inclined to think otherwise. Maybe the moon goddess and fate weren't the only ones after my downfall. Somewhere along the line, the devil must have been added to the list, because there was no way the moon goddess would hate me this much to always fill my ways with obstacles. It just wasn't possible. Time seemed to drag to a halt as I took in the man in front of me. He hadn't changed one bit, but there was something different in his aura, something dangerous, and I wasn't sure that was exactly a good thing. “What are you doing here?” I muttered the courage to ask again, but my courage didn't mean shit to this man. “Why are you here and not him?” The quiet of Xavier’s office pressed against me like a weight. I had only
Lyra’s POV The chamber fell silent, and it wasn't the God kind. It was good the kind of silence that rang louder than any war drum, and with each passing second, I felt like I was going to combust into a million tiny pieces and never come back. Now that I thought about it, it didn't sound like such a bad idea. At least, if I was no more, I wouldn't have to deal with Xavier’s death glare that was currently burying daggers into my spine. if someone has whispered into my ears hours before this ball, that this was how things were going to turn out tonight, then best believe I wouldn't have taken it serious. I was well aware of my bad luck with mother nature and the goddess, so I made sure I prayed hard that everything would go smoothly. I honestly thought she'd heard he because the ball started out so well, then why did she have to do this to me last minute? I wanted to say it wasn't my fault, but at the same time, no one else actually had a fault either. I did what I had to do, a
Xavier’s POV I wasn't interested in the ball, no, scratch that. The fact that Lyra had planned and decorated the whole thing by herself was one of the main reasons why I'd even agreed to come here, and the fact that she'd said she had a way of getting my parliament seat today. While it all sounded dubious and kind of selfish, it honestly wasn't. As crazy as it sounded, I wanted revenge, but at the same time my seat in the parliament was going to make me powerful enough to stop Xander from treating lyra like she was trash. I didn't care for the guests that were attending, I didn't care that whispers trailed me every time I walked past, but I just couldn't sit back and watch them talk smack about Lyra. I knew how she was going to react, or else I would have slaughtered each and everyone of them, right on their spots. The whispers and everything else were really getting to Lyra, and like that wasn't enough, Emily just had to raise her ugly head tonight. The sound hit me like a