LYRA'S POV

Just when I assumed it was all over for me, his eyes reflected pools of relief instead of notes of rage and revenge as I had anticipated all these months of hiding.

“We need to talk,” his voice wasn't harsh. I scrambled for the key in my purse and fumbled my way through until it entered the keyhole and the door opened with a creak.

“I've been waiting here for almost half an hour, why did you take so long getting back?” He asked as he breezed into my apartment and I ...