Vaelin's POV"Fuck!" I growled again, slamming my fist into the wall as I fought to keep my rage in check.My eyes widened with a rush of shock and pain the moment Lyra stepped into the room wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around her chest, water still trailing down her skin.Her hair hung wet and damp, and there was something about the way she looked right then that completely threw me off."Is something wrong? I heard you," she said, studying me carefully, but I couldn't find the words to answer. She let out a small sigh, figuring I was fine, and started to turn away. But I moved fast, planting my feet shoulder-width apart to block her path, arms folded tightly across my chest. My face twisted with a storm of feelings hurt, fury, and betrayal.My gaze locked onto hers, searching, almost demanding she explain whatever I thought she'd done wrong. My brows knit together, lips pressed into a hard line, giving me a cold, accusing stare.Lyra picked up on the tension immediately and s
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