Lyra
My eyes drifted away from Thorian’s hopeful face and found Vaelin instead, standing a little ways off, staring at the ground. His frown was deep, his brows pulled together in clear displeasure. My lips tugged upward as I took in the look on his face.
Despite everything that had just happened between us, there was something about Vaelin’s sulky expression that I found oddly funny. I had never seen him look so defeated — so completely, honestly human. Something in my chest did a small skip as I realised I was actually enjoying being near him, even now, even like this. Maybe it was because the last thing I wanted was a lasting rift between the three of them.
Vaelin’s eyes lifted and caught mine. For a moment neither of us moved — my amusement sitting openly in my expression, his frust
