~Lyra~
“You’re lying,” Tasha said, and her voice didn’t even sound like hers anymore. It cracked halfway through the sentence like it couldn’t hold itself up, and her eyes—f**k, her eyes—were red and glassy and wide and locked onto me like I was the fire that just burned her entire life down. “You’re f*****g lying.”
And I just stood there.
Drenched. Flushed. Trembling. Wearing nothing but a ruined expression and Damon’s scent all over me like a f*****g second skin.
His hand was still on me, glued to my waist like a brand, like he was holding me together and also warning the world not to touch.
And I couldn’t say anything. Not because I didn’t want to. Not because I didn’t have words. But because I had too many. They were all trying to come out at once. All choking me.
“Say somethin
