Lyra's POV
I pulled back from him when his thumb lingered on my lips. His eyes were heavy with a familiar look. That hungry, aching look that always ends with disaster. What usually came after was disdain—he'd throw me away like I meant nothing.
"We shouldn't be doing this, Draziel. Remember you said we should stay away from each other?" I said, throwing my face from him.
Every inch of me burned for his touch. Heat rippled through my veins just feeling the warmth of his body close to mine. But we shouldn't make that mistake again. We were better apart. That way, the suffering and misery we'll both have to endure would be minimal.
I gripped tight to my gown. I gathered my legs to themselves under my gown, resting my jaw on my knees.
I stared ahead—intense—at the endless field of lush green grass that spread all around us, with the rocks sitting between them.
