Lyra's POV

One of the servants in his chamber walked up to us and dropped a tray on which two cups and a bottle of whiskey were placed.

“Nah. I'm not interested in that.” I quickly rejected the offer. He released a deep breath, cracking his knuckles as he triggered his brain to process more thoughts.

Rylan would have gotten angry or frustrated with the sharp rejection but he stayed calm like he was truly seeking my forgiveness. How could he dare seek forgiveness after the damage had ...