Lyra's POV
I stared at the extended hand floating in front of me like it might bite. My eyes darted between Ash and the smirking faces of Poppy and her sister. Seraphina held her champagne flute against those perfectly painted purple lips, amusement dancing in her dark eyes.
Poppy appeared just as stunned as I felt. She gave me a gentle push back toward Ash, encouraging me to take his offer.
I let my gaze linger on Seraphina's knowing smirk for another heartbeat before returning to Ash. His hand remained outstretched, patient but expectant. Part of me craved the electric jolt that would come from touching him. The other part recognized this as another calculated move in whatever game we were playing.
