Lyra’s POV

I watched with my mouth open, how Rylan’s grip tightened on her waist, deepening their kiss even more intimately.

I staggered back, placing my hand on the wall for support in order not to fall. I thought I could pretend, pretend that all this didn’t hurt but I guess I failed.

I shouldn’t stay here, I shouldn’t be here. I shook my head and I turned to leave. I couldn’t watch this. I couldn’t….

“Lyra.”

Rylan’s voice stopped me cold in a spot. I stood ...