Lyra’s POV

“I said get out of my house,” Evan growled, “And don’t come back. Ever.”

Lyra froze. For a couple of seconds after he was done speaking, Lyra was genuinely sure that she surely must have misheard him. It was probably the wind just blowing the wrong way and making her mishear the wrong words.

But no matter how long she waited for Evan to clarify his words, he didn’t. The apartment was suddenly too chill and far too quiet.

Evan stood across from her with a coldness in his eyes that she had never seen before. It took a couple more seconds, but eventually, the realization began to...