Lyra’s POV

“What are you doing?!”

He fell to the floor, wincing, his face contorted in pain. My heart was beating so fast.

“I didn’t-” he groaned, clutching his side. “You were cold.”

I stood up, noticing his shirt was over my body.

“I didn’t ask for it,” I snapped, yanking off me.

Why was he behaving kindly to me if he was only going to kill me in the end?

I threw the cloth at him and sat across the fire, arms crossed, and my pulse refusing to slow down.

I didn’t bother helping him up. I was too upset that he came too close to me. Maybe it...