Lyra lay still in the quiet afterglow of the moment she and Kael had just shared. The warmth of his body pressed against hers was comforting, but her mind was far from peaceful. She had let her guard down, allowed herself to feel something for the man who had once been her captor, her enemy. And yet, as she stared up at the wooden beams of the ceiling, her thoughts twisted and turned, nagging at her.
Was this real? Or was it just a fleeting moment in the eye of the storm?
Kael's arm was draped over her waist, his breath steady and even as he rested beside her. For a brief second, Lyra closed her eyes and let herself sink into the comfort of his presence. But the doubts wouldn't leave her.
Why did you care so much?
The question hung in her mind, repeating itself over and over. She had asked him before, and his answer had been sincere. But deep down, she still couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right.
