Lyra POV

"Where are we going?" She whines, and he grins down at her, raising his eyebrows.

"I might dump you into some cold water; I'm not sure yet," he teases, and Lyra yelps, wiggling out of his hold.

"You monster," she grumbles, closing the bathroom door in his face as she walks over to the sink.

She brushes her teeth and washes her face in record time, taking a minute to pee and sort herself out.

She's finally fully awake when she reopens the bathroom door, glancing over at Andreas , who plopped himself onto the bed.

"Okay, how much time do we have?" She asks as she applies...