Ryan

My boots hammered the wooden floor, carving a line in the thick rug with every turn. Lyra's words echoed in my skull, sharp as claws. Those damn emerald eyes had seen right through me, exposed the raw mess beneath. She'd pushed me to the edge, and then just... walked away. Didn't even beg, or plead, or try to stay.

Fury choked me, hot and tight. It made me flush. The heat starting in my belly, then moving rapidly up to the roots of my hair. A growl of frustration ripped ...