Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. What the hell was that? she wondered, her hands clutching the blanket tightly. The way Lyle spoke—so honest, so vulnerable—it was unlike anything she had ever expected from him.
And yet, it wasn't comforting. It was terrifying.
Not because she thought he was lying, but because she knew he wasn't. She just... Knew.
That made it all the more unsettling.
What kind of person feels relief in the presence of someone they barely know? What kind of person feels so deeply but denies the possibility of love?
Eira frowned, staring at the dimly lit room. What am I even to him? she asked herself for what felt like the hundredth time. She'd thought she was just a tool—his cure. But this? This was something else entirely.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock at the door.
