Lyra POV"No," I said, quickly taking a step back. "You're not interrupting anything."Dorian didn't move from the doorway. His eyes stayed on Jaxon, taking in the blood, the torn shirt, the swollen eye, the distance between us that was simultaneously too wide to be suspicious and too narrow to be innocent."Then perhaps someone can explain," Dorian said, stepping into the kitchen, "why my sister is alone in a kitchen at seven in the morning with a man I've never met, who appears to have recently lost a fight.""He didn't lose," I said quickly. "He chose not to fight back. In fact, he saved my life."Dorian's gaze shifted to me. One eyebrow lifted. “What are you talking about? Explain. Now.” I set the first aid kit on the counter and told him everything. The sleeplessness. The walk. The garden. Asher sitting on the bench, the confrontation, the accusations, the moment he grabbed my arm and wouldn't let go.As I spoke, Dorian's stillness deepened. It was the kind of stillness I had com
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