~Lyra~

Oh my God.

I said it.

I fucking said it.

And the second the word left my lips, I wanted to stuff it back in with both hands and maybe a sock.

His face didn’t move.

But everything else did.

The room. The air. The hallway. Me.

I felt it.

That shift.

“Wow,” Damon said. His voice didn’t even have teeth. It didn’t need to. Just that one word—and it gutted me.

“Get out of my sight too, Lyra.”

And I panicked.

“No, wait..I can expla…”

“I said get out.”

The way he cut me off.

Like I was a stain.

Like I wasn’t just a mistake—I was a...