Lyra’s POV

“You look worked up. Did you work overnight?” I asked as I approached Kieran, who was coming out of the hallway with sweat beads on his forehead.

“Actually, no,” he said, a soft smile on his lips. “I've got a very urgent deadline and I'm trying to catch up so quickly.”

“Mind telling me what the deadline is?”

“Don't worry, Lady Lyra. I've got this. Thanks for trying to help,” he said hurriedly. “I'd like to be on my way now.”

I pulled his hands back ...