LYRA’s POV

I dragged him into an empty room, slamming the door behind us before he could say a word. My heart was racing so fast I could barely breathe. We’d argued before, sure but never like this. Never with this much distance, this much cold silence between us.

“If you’re just going to stare at me—” he started, his tone clipped.

“I’m sorry,” I blurted out, cutting him off.

He gave a humorless laugh and turned as if to leave. “Try again.”

Panic surged through me. I moved ...