LOGINLevi looks towards the stairs and his green eyes lock with mine.
At the sight of me staring at him about to kiss…. my besfriend, he lets Cassie go. Everyone else cheering loudly stops, then they all look in the direction of his gaze, and soon they’re all staring at me.
There’s enough silence in the room to hear a pin drop.
For a moment I can hear the pounding of my own heart, then Levi starts laughing - and his laughter sets off a wave of similar chuckles as he walks up to me. With amusement glinting in his eyes he quips, “You didn’t really think I was going to kiss your best friend, did you?”
Levi stops in front of me and I can hear the dull beating in my ears. My throat is dry for some reason, so when my response comes it’s hoarse, “Of course not.”
A flicker of fear and doubt seeps into my tone as I add in a joking manner, “It looked like you were going to though.”
Levi grins, a dazzling smile on his face as he responds, “We were playing truth or dare, Lyra. You understand it was all a game, don’t you?”
I want to say I do but I really don’t.
But the eyes of everyone in the room are on me, and they all look like they were having fun a moment ago but now they aren’t. If I make an issue out of my boyfriend playing a game at his own party, I would be the party pooper wouldn’t I?
I plaster a smile onto my face and respond warmly, “I do, It’s alright.”
A blast of cheers fill the room as the party resumes in full swing.
Someone strikes up music on the speakers at full blast, and soon the sight of people dancing is the only thing I can see. Familiar faces from school are here too, and for the next few minutes some of them walk over to tease me about looking so scared of my boyfriend kissing someone else.
“It’s like the blood drained out of your face!”
The guy in front of me makes a gesture with his hand for added effect as he speaks. What did he say his name was again?
Someone slings an arm around my shoulder and I stiffen, but Cassie’s sonorous voice rings in my ears a second later, “Stop teasing my friend, Duke. She clearly said she wasn’t bothered by it, now leave.”
That was his name. Duke.
And now I remember where I’ve seen him, on campus.
Duke and his friends all chuckle, some wolf-whistling at Cassie as they walk off, but Cassie only pulls me closer, staring at me as she asks in a grim tone, “You know I would never kiss Levi, right Lyra? He’s your boyfriend and I wouldn’t do something like that to hurt you.”
Her words roll in my head, taking a minute longer than usual for me to process. Up until yesterday…. Cassie usually became uninterested if I spoke about Levi.
She only recently warmed up to him, and it seems now they’re really comfortable around each other so I can’t be jealous of that, “I’m sure it was just a game.”
Cassie nods, “Exactly. I’ll be heading back to have fun now. Be a good girl while I’m gone.”
Cassie struts off, and my mind would have been totally calm… if I didn’t catch random guests of Levi’s party keep shooting me strange looks.
Soon, I’m the only one left sitting on the chair inside. Everyone attending the party has moved outside because the party also has.
Time inside ticks by slowly and just as boredom begins to take a hold of me, Levi comes back in.
I perk up, thinking he’s probably here to spend time with me alone or invite me outside, but I’m disappointed.
Sitting on the chair, Levi takes my hands in his, looking adoringly into my eyes as he speaks, “We’re out of alcohol, Lyra.”
I hear a snicker come from somewhere behind us but the sound is drowned out by Levi clearing his throat. Still staring at me he continues, “Since you’re the only one not playing any games right now, how about you help get some alcohol for the rest of us?”
The look Levi has in his eyes is filled with so much pleading, that it’s hard for me to say no to the effect of his familiar gaze asking me for something, so I get up, agreeing, but before I leave, another voice calls out from the hallway, “I’d also like some pizza, Levi.”
A chorus of voices echo, “Yeah, us too!”
I feel a twinge of embarassment run through me, because it seems everyone was listening in. I thought we were speaking privately…
By the time everyone’s done speaking, I have a small list of things I’m to pick up alongside the alcohol. Before I leave, I hear them all cheer for Levi as he returns.
A voice in me grumbles at the fact that I have to go run errands for them, list in hand, but after 30 minutes I’m back with everyone’s order.
Levi’s smile makes it all worth it as he gives me a kiss on the head, “Thank you, babe.”
The party looks like it never stopped but as I sit on the couch, my mind wandering elsewhere, Levi comes back again, “Babe, my friends are hungry. We don’t have enough food and we’re also low on drinks again, so can you help me go get some more?”
I haven’t gotten good rest from the earlier errand I ran but I nod and head out again, except, this time, I feel a pair of eyes watching me from above.
When I return, Christian is sitting on a chair in the empty living room, eyes focused on a laptop as the party goes on outside.
I barely spend five minutes on the couch before Levi comes back with another list of errands he would like me to help with.
My hand clenches into a fist and I let out a silent sigh as I get up and head out again, except for each time I head out, Christian’s gaze on me becomes more and more intense.
I frown each time I return and feel it. He shouldn’t be looking at me like that!
Didn’t we agree we would stay away from each other?
The ride back to the safehouse is quiet.It's like we're both doing our best to hold our breaths, but Christian’s hand rests over mine the whole way. His thumb brushes absent circles across my skin, but neither of us says much.We’re both still sad from the news, and the doctor’s warning just weighs on me like iron chains now.I've been asked to stick to a strict regime of rest and sleep. I've also been given the meal plans to a nutrition routine that should help me.Christian is going to hire a nutritionist and have a personal doctor stay at the safehouse with me, but everything just feels like yet another reminder of what's probably going to happen if I don't make it to the end of my pregnancy term.That's also a possibility, that I might even die before the child comes and the both of us would be lost.Christian almost lost it when Doctor Rami informed us of that, but seeing him in that state only made me feel more resolved to actually go through with this. I'm going to have this c
Christian runs a hand down his face, exhaling hard in a way I haven't seen him ever do. His voice is raw with emotion but still hard as iron as he speaks, “I don’t care what the board says and I don’t care what my father says, Lyra.I don’t even care what anyone outside this room thinks. You are my priority, Lyra.You. Not,” Christian's voice cracks, and he swallows hard before finishing, “YOU are my priority, not some baby I haven’t even met yet.”I don't know why but that sends a surge of pain right through me. I breathe deeply, fighting the sting of tears as I try to force words out of my mouth, “Christian, listen to me...”Christian's tone sharpens as he cuts me off, “No, you listen to me.” His hand reaches for mine and when it finds me, he wraps his hand around my hand. His hold is warm and steady and I feel every word Christian says in a deep part of my soul I can't describe, “I can’t lose you, Lyra.I won’t survive it if I lose you.I love you, YOU, and if it comes down to choo
Lyra's pov.I'm laying on the hospital bed and staring up at the tiles, counting the cracks that run like small rivers across the surface.My body still feels heavy, too heavy to move, but my mind has refused to rest.The doctor’s words keep replaying in my head like a broken record, and each time I hear it, something in me breaks afresh."Carrying this baby to term could kill you, Miss Bennett."I wish I had never heard those words, but it's already too late for that now. I've heard them and they're here to change my life forever.Right now the room is still and quiet, but inside me it feels like a storm is raging.My baby is in danger.Not just my baby, but our baby. Our child.Our child is in danger and it's not because of the world outside, not because of Faye or the Clarke family drama, but because of me.I'm the reason my child might not survive well enough to be born safely, because my body isn’t strong enough. Because the stress I’ve been under has eaten away at me like rust o
There's something like a glimmer of approval in the eyes of this man who saw my mother in a situation where her life was also at risk, but where the man she loved couldn't care less about her.Ramirez gives me a look that tells me he's proud I'm not turning out to be like him, but his actions contradict that look because he shakes his head softly. “I’m afraid that decision isn’t solely yours to make, Christian.Lyra has already told us she intends to carry the pregnancy to term, regardless of the risks.”I stand there frozen and stunned. “What?”Ramirez nods, “She was clear about it."His tone is firm as he continues, “She wants this child. We’ll monitor her closely, but the risk remains. I informed you because I thought you should know before you see her. You can go in now.”My chest feels like it’s splitting open as I look past him toward the closed door. Behind it, Lyra is lying in a hospital bed, weak but stubborn as ever.Ramirez rests a hand briefly on my shoulder, then lets go
I hate hospitals.The first memory I have of a hospital is when I had to enter one with my mother. She had been chronically depressed for weeks and no one had been around to notice when she stopped eating.She didn't notice either. She just stopped, and then one day she collapsed from dehydration and malnutrition. The doctors had to keep her here for a week, and for that week I saw her sit in the bed and look at the door, waiting for someone that was never going to come.The hospital has smelled like antiseptic and fear to me ever since then. I remember even as a child, I could feel everything in my stomach curling up at the unique combination of that smell.It threatens to do the same thing now but I remind myself that I'm no longer a child. I'm not the boy that couldn't prevent his mom from fading away in front of him.I'm a man who has to ensure the woman he loves doesn't do the same thing. When I saw Lyra faint, I froze for all of a second because right in that moment, the person
My throat tightens. Tears burn behind my eyes, and a chuckle leaves my lips as I smile back at him, “I think that’s exactly why I had to say it. Because if you’re going to have me… then I’m going to have you too, Christian Storm.I promise from today, no more walls. We’ll be tighter than two peas in a pod.”Christian’s hand reaches across the table, and I slip mine into it without hesitation. His grip is warm and firm. I missed this feeling. Christian feels so… grounding.We eat after that, and I taste the food even better than I do when I’m the one who cooks.Every glance across the table and every brush of Christian’s fingers against mine makes an electric feeling of want zap through me.When we leave the restaurant and head back out I lean back against the seat and stare at the city as it passes by outside.I make the decision before I can even think of it, “Take us somewhere we can be alone, Christian. Let’s not go back to the safehouse tonight.”Christian glances at me, something







