LYRA'S POV
I don't lift my eyes to look at Zade, but I can feel him glaring at me.
Kymon rubs his arms by the side of his coat before getting to his feet. I feel his gaze drop down to me. His brow furrows, and he stares at my chest for a perverted amount of time. I glare up at him as I scramble to my feet, but he doesn't stop shamelessly looking at me, and I don't stick around for him to continue.
I wrap my fingers around my cut, spin on my heels, and attempt to walk away when Kymon's sharp voice cuts through the silence.
"I wouldn't try running away if I were you," he says coolly, and I can hear his footsteps behind me.
I don't stop walking. Something inside me screams to run or at least try to overpower him this time, but he grabs my uninjured arm and spins me around—too forcefully. I crash into his hard body, and something snaps in my ear.
