Lyra(Mia’s)POVI sat curled up on the cushion, watching him bent over the table, his hands planted firmly on either side. His shoulders were rigid, his head lowered.Compassion. That was the last thing I expected from him tonight.After everything we’d been through—after everything I had done—I braced myself for fury, for accusations, for that cold, biting rage he wielded like a weapon. But instead… he’d been gentle. Calm.And it terrified me.A tight knot twisted in my stomach. This wasn’t like him. There had to be a catch—some hidden motive cloaked beneath this sudden tenderness.“I don’t understand,” I said softly. “You told everyone you hated me. You made it very clear you wanted nothing to do with me. So… why are you being kind now?”This felt like a trap. And I wasn’t naive enough to fall into it. Not again.He didn’t even turn to look at me as he replied, voice cool and flat. “I’m just making sure you’re okay. Last I checked, that isn’t a crime.”A small smile tugged at the cor
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