Lyra's breath came in short, ragged bursts as she stared at the door, her heart pounding in her chest. Kael had left her alone for what felt like hours now, and she could still feel the weight of his touch lingering on her skin. Every time she thought about it—about him—her emotions churned with a mix of confusion, anger, and something far more dangerous.
She had spent so long hating him, despising the control he had over her, yet there was something unsettling about how her body reacted when he was near. The way his presence filled the room, the way his gaze seemed to burn through her defenses… it was all becoming too much to bear.
Lyra sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers clutching the sheets tightly. She wanted to escape. Desperately. But every attempt had failed, and with each passing day, she felt the walls closing in. It wasn't just the physical confinement—it was the way Kael had begun to slip into her thoughts, making her question everything.
