~ LYRA ~

I’m squirming in my seat, stuck between my stepfather and my mate. The rocking motions of the truck are messing with my head, but I ignore it and pick at my nails.

My stepfather had insisted we drive, and Ronan had agreed, playing the part of the good host. He got dressed as I requested and even accepted the gauntlet I had tossed his way.

Before we left, he teased me with kisses and lingering touches. But when we arrived at my childhood home to speak with ...