~Lyra~

But of course, she didn’t move.

Of course she didn’t let it go.

She scoffed so loudly. Her arms crossed tighter. Her face twisted up like she’d just swallowed a lemon. And then she went off—just like I knew she would.

“You were pathetic from the start,” she hissed, voice trembling now. “Throwing yourself around the house. Walking around in his shirt like you belonged there. Acting like your heat made you special. You’re not special. You’re just a ...