Lyra's POV
He lies on the bed with her.
They share every intimacy, finding all the pleasure he can get from her. And I think I'm starting to secure my place with him — but it's all a lie. There's no place for me with him.
"Cassian." I struggle to speak, suppressing my breath so she doesn't see the weakness in me.
I try not to sound desperate. But of course, I never hide it well.
Cassian doesn't answer. Her hands still hold him back. What else does she want?
"You have to come with me," I say.
Sluggishly, as though she's a magnet slowing him down, he walks toward me. I move away from the door, keeping pace with his slow steps. I can't stand to be so close to him. Not after what he did outside.
He walks behind me. He doesn't quicken his pace to meet me. He doesn't bother. But as we move farther down the hallway, I hear another set of footsteps. Someone else is following. Who else could it be except Elara?
Why would she be coming after us?
