~Lyra~
“Tasha, tell me what happened,” I said, and my voice was already shaking even though I was trying so hard to sound steady.
I could feel my own pulse in my throat, loud and choking, because she just stood there, swaying slightly, like she wasn’t sure if her legs were going to keep holding her up.
Her eyes kept darting past me, like maybe she thought someone had followed her here, like maybe whoever hurt her was about to come up the stairs any second.
Her lips parted, but no words came out, and I could see her chest rising and falling so fast that I honestly thought she might pass out right there on the doorstep.
“Tasha, please,” I said again, louder this time, because my brain was starting to race in a hundred directions at once. Was she hurt worse than I could see? Was she b
