LYRA

“No.”

Lucian’s voice cracked through the room instantly.

Firm. Final. Absolute.

I crossed my arms slowly. “You don’t even know what I was going to say.”

“Yes, I do.” His eyes locked onto mine. “And the answer is still no.”

Kael leaned against the wall with the exhausted expression of a man watching two storms collide.

“I’m starting to think you both enjoy this,” he muttered.

Neither of us acknowledged him.

Because Lucian and I were still staring each other ...