Lyra

I sucked my breath and proceeded to where he sat–on the floor, beside his bed.

“How are you doing today?” I asked, forcing a smile even as my heart felt heavy.

“Did you go for training today? I brought your food.” I announced the obvious.

Evan stared at me like I was an intruder who had missed her way into his room.

I couldn't tell if it was the way he looked at me, or the guilt that still ate at my already fragile heart, but I was finding it really uncomfortable being ...