Lyra's POVI stood close to the window, my fingers grazing the cool glass. The faint glow of the moon shimmered across the perfectly mowed lawn. I could barely make out its outline, but it was enough to remind me of what I’d lost—and what little I still had.A warm hand settled on my shoulder, steady and familiar. I didn’t flinch; I knew that touch too well. Kendrick.He leaned closer, his breath brushing the back of my neck. “Why aren’t you in bed yet?” he asked softly, close enough that I wouldn’t miss a word.I exhaled, the sound was colder than I intended.Kendrick’s fingers moved gently through my hair, smoothing it back. He twisted a strand like he always did when he wanted to distract me, then pressed his lips against the curve of my neck. Usually, I’d laugh or nudge him away. Tonight, I stood still.He noticed. He always noticed.“You’re quiet,” he murmured, pausing against my skin. “Talk to me, Lyra. What’s wrong?”I swallowed hard. Words pressed against my throat, but silenc
Last Updated : 2025-09-09
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