Lyra’s POV

To say that I'm not happy to see Kessler is an understatement. Sasha purrs in my head, wagging its tail in happiness when he pulls me into a hug.

I can see the conflict in his eyes. He's begging with his eyes, thinking I won't rush to him. I allow all the walls I've built around me regarding what I feel for him to crumble.

As I look into Kessler's eyes, I see sincerity and vulnerability, and I realize that despite everything, a part of me still cares deeply for him. So, I let go of ...