LYRA'S POV

For several seconds, I stood transfixed, gawking at him. That smile was still there, and dare I say it seemed like a mischievous one. Like, he actually knew what he was doing— trying to make me spill my guts.

I had already opened my mouth to refute that statement of his when the sound of footsteps hit my ears like the platters of rain during winter.

I turned my attention immediately towards the direction, meeting with another shocker.

My husband and Isla were matching hand ...