Lyra's POV
I found it impossible to sleep that night.
My mind raced between three equally disturbing thoughts: the humiliation of discussing my sex life with my mother, the shock of her casually suggesting I should sleep with four different men, and the burning rage that I had no say in any of it.
For what felt like the hundredth time, I pressed my palms against my face and groaned into my pillow. The sound was muffled enough that Poppy wouldn't wake up, though her thunderous snoring could probably drown out a freight train anyway.
I pulled the pillow over my head, as if it could somehow block out my racing thoughts. Hours of restless tossing and turning finally gave way to exhaustion, but when dawn broke, I felt worse than before. The early morning training session with Alaric waited for no one, especially not the supposed vampire-slaying wolf Savior.
