All Chapters of A night with my ex-husband’s step brother : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Lyra's POV The air in the ballroom was thick enough to choke on, and while that was an oddly specific and not so fun way of dying, I didn't mind it right now. Because in my head, anything was better than facing an already angry Xavier Blackwater. Before I'd made plans to start preparations for the ball without him, I made a couple of prayers to the moon goddess. I prayed that she would touch his heart so he would at least drop by, but I guess I should been a little bit more specific in the man I wanted him to intervene. Maybe if I had worded My request right, Xavier would be giving me his signature smirk, and not the almost death glare he was shooting My way right now. My chest heaved as I stood opposite Xavier, his broad shoulders taut. His storm dark eyes were locked onto me like I was both the enemy and the only thing tethering him to reason and I hated how small he made me feel. Goosebumps raced down the surface of my skin, and despite the way my heart thundered wildly in

Lyra's POV The corridor felt colder when I left the cell. Emily’s refusal still rang in my ears, sharper than the clank of the iron door closing behind me. My steps were brisk, heels clicking on stone, but no matter how fast I walked, I couldn’t outpace the echo of her smirk.I wanted to yell, to scream and maybe even turn back to ask for one more chance. I wasn't exactly big on pride, but right now, I didn't mind tossing my ego to the side if it meant that something useful was going to slide past Emily's lips. In fact, I was this close to going back to grovel, when realization dawned on me. Emily wpuld never help me, not even if she was paid to do so. I liked to think it was an unspoken rule between us. I wouldn't say I despised her, but she definitely loathed me and my presence. We rarely got to interact, but whenever she could, she never let it slip that Xander favored her over me, and that she had him wrapped around her tiny little finger. In the grand scheme of things, I co

Lyra’s POV It was normal that most humans didn't have the ability to predict the future, but at least, they could easily tell when something could happen or if it wasn't going to. While it wasn't always in their power, you couldn't exactly deny that sometimes things eventually worked out for them, and while others seemed to be happy in that aspect, i liked to think it was safe to say that I wasn't a part of the lucky ones. Even in a million years, there was no way I could have predicted this outcome. In fact, the more I thought about it, the less sense it made, because how the hell did Xavier know to just show up here at the time I just finished reading Xander's letter? Last time I checked, her was holed up in a meeting with some of his soldiers, alongside Cassian and some other officials I knew nothing about. So why? Why did he have to come here now? Did the servant tip him off? I wanted to believe that was the case, since it was the only logical explanation, but before I cou

Lyra’s POV The ballroom was silent, deathly quiet, and if I didn't know better, coupled with the scene in front of me, I would have easily convinced myself that I'd somehow walked into a graveyard of some sort. I couldn't breathe, and no matter how hard I tried to push the breathe past my lips, it just didn't work out. For a moment it felt like the part of my brain responsible for respiration had been turned off, and it didn't help one bit that the entire place felt like time had suddenly stopped. Oh goddess,please help me.Deep down, I knew it was a lost cause. It was next to hopeless to think that she would come down to help or at least bring some sort of miracle. What was she going to do anyway? Make all the people here disappear? Or cast a spell that would make me their favorite person? All of them sounded unreasonable, and that was my sign that I was done for. Literally. The silence stretched farther than I would like, and believe me when I said the only thing that could

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