~Lyra~

The old man or whatever the fuck his name was—didn’t stop with one comment. He didn’t make one nasty remark and shut the hell up like a man with survival instincts.

No.

He kept talking.

“Look at her,” he sneered, gesturing with one hand like he was pointing out a buffet item. “Look at the way her tits bounce when she breathes. You sure she’s eighteen? Because fuck me, that body says porn star, not politician.”

I stiffened. My fingers curled so ...