Lyra's POV

“What was that in there?”

“Where?” I asked with a shrug, looking at him in confusion.

“You mean you don't know what you did in there today?” He pouted.

“You tell me,” I demanded with arms akimbo and an intent look into his deep eyes.

“You stood there and watched Isla….”

“Don't you dare make this conversation about Isla,” I cautioned, “If you can't control your play thing, why make me take the fall for it?” I blabbed.

“Isn't that your job ...