Lyra's POV
I left Angela in that stairwell, my heart twisting with anger, hurt, and betrayal. I wanted to scream, to run, to make sense of everything, but the only place that felt safe right now was with Kurtis. I needed him. I needed to feel his arms around me, his steady strength, his unwavering love. Without thinking, I found myself outside his house, breathless, pounding on his door.
The door opened, and there he was. Those familiar dark eyes softened the moment he saw me, but they were quickly replaced with concern. “Baby girl? What’s going on?” His voice was a low murmur, soothing and steady, exactly what I needed but couldn’t admit.
I didn’t answer him. Words felt too heavy, too painful. Instead, I grabbed his collar, pulling him close. I crushed my mouth to him,……
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