บททั้งหมดของ A night with my ex-husband’s step brother : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Lyra's POV The first thing I noticed the moment I peeled my eyes open was the sunlight spilling into the room. The morning sun broke gently over the palace, the golden spill of sunlight filtering through the velvet drapes. It was cozy and comfy, and I marveled at the fact that if warmed the marble floors beneath my bare feet. The air smelled of lavender and citrus, with hints of freshly polished wood and blossoming lilies drifting in from the gardens. Safe to say the sight in front of me was nothing short of a fairytale, but just as the memory of something sweet came, reality came crushing down on me again.I'd agreed to Xavier's ball, and not just that, I'd agreed to attend it by his side too. Shit. The mere thought of it was more than enough to start a headache that had no business in my head, but there was nothing I could do about it. Whether I liked to admit it or not, I'd agreed to it, and I doubted Xavier was going to take it lightly that I wanted to go back on my decis

Lyra's POV The storm in Xavier’s eyes hadn’t settled since we returned from the watchtower, a f I hated it. I hated how unsettled it made me I was restless, and no matter how I tried to play it off that his dad demeanor wasn't affecting me, I knew better. Way better. He hadn’t said much, anything at all, but the words scrawled in Xander’s letter, each vile threat and slur, kept replaying in my head like a chant I couldn’t shut off. Even if I did try to turn it off for a couple of seconds, I trusted my mind to turn it back on again. As crazy as it sounded, my mind even went as far as making up words that Xander could have included in his letter to me and Xavier "Slut. Traitor.” more and more words echoed in my ears. “You’ll pay for this." My stomach churned, but not just out of fear. It was anger, with a mix of something else, something I could easily refer to as sadness. The anger I felt was a hollow, gnawing anger that I couldn't do anything while the people I once cal

Lyra's POV The journey back to Redmoon was a blur, and I hated how every bit of the travel back home had made me feel. Between the treacherous woods, the muddy roads that were nothing to write home about, and the gnawing ache in my legs, I barely remembered how i made it. At some point, all I could think about was my journey out of Redmoon, how no vehicle had stopped to help, and how I'd been treated like a criminal at blackwater gates. Was there going to be a repeat of that, or worse now that I was back home? Home. The word tasted like bile at the back of my throat, and I wanted nothing more than to spit it out. Redmoon pack had been in my heart all my life, but for some strange reason, I couldn't help but feel like something had changed, and whatever it was, I wasn't going to like it very much. Every step felt like rebellion, every breath a quiet prayer that I wasn’t being followed. Cassian had let me go, but had he really? He was the only one who knew about my whereabouts, a

Xavier's POV The room was stifling, despite the open window letting in the evening breeze. The sky was beautiful, and from how clear it was, I couldn't shake off the fact that the night would be even more beautiful. That phenomen would give even an insane man a small amount of peace, but not me. Something still stirred in me like I was missing something, like I was missing something vital, and it irritated the fuck out of me. I paced the length of my quarters like a caged predator, muttering to my beneath my breath. I had ine hand clenched at my side while the other dragged through my tousled hair. My appearance had been pristine at first in the morning, but now, now I looked like I just returned from exile. “She wasn’t at breakfast,or the war council. Or the courtyard,* I mumbled to myself, whilst ticking off the numbers on my hands one by one. “Where the hell is she?”I paused, but only to glare at the untouched tray of food on the table. The servants had brought it earlier

Lyra's POV Silence meant many things, and depending the scenario or situation it appeared in, it could either be good or bad. Personally, I'd always seen it as one of the best concepts to happen to mankind. It gave you the chance to think and clear out your mind, and I knew this because it always worked for me. I'd heard people say silence could also mean something bad, but I'd never experienced it, not until now, and now, the only wish I had popping up at the back of my mind, was that the ground would open up and swallow me whole. The silence in Xander's room stretched long after the words from councilman Dorian slid past his lips. It echoed all around me, like it was stuck on loop, and no matter how many times I’d heard it, my brain refused to acknowledge it, or come to terms with it either. My chest was tight, my throat raw from the words I hadn’t spoken, the accusations I hadn’t screamed. All I could do was stare at him.Xander.He didn’t flinch, neither did he look away. H