Lyra

Rylan lifted a brow. A smug smile was on his face. He probably didn't think I would be bold enough to send him out of my room.

“What?”

“You heard me, Rylan. Get out of my room,” I repeated. My fingers were curled into tight fists at my sides, and my chest was heavy with anger that I fought so hard to suppress.

“Why don't you just take some time to think about it, huh? I know you want me. You've been itching to have me,” he shot up to his feet and closed the distance between ...