Lyra
“What the hell?!” Tasha screamed, her voice cracking like glass under pressure. Her hands flew to her head, fingers clutching at her curls like she was physically trying to keep her sanity from spilling out of her skull.
“You’ve always been drawn to him? What the f**k are you saying right now?! You’re telling me you’ve been thinking about my dad? Since before summer? Since before you even shifted?!”
I didn’t flinch. I didn’t shrink. I didn’t fake another soft, guilty apology like I had anything left to give her.
I stared her dead in the face, trembling, flushed, wet between my legs, my heart pounding so loud I could barely hear my own voice.
“Yes,” I said, and my voice came out steady, sharp, and unapologetic. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
She looked like she was going to p
