Lyra's POV

"What the hell are you doing?" She hisses, watching him pick up her laptop and place it where he was sitting.

"I did it to get your attention," he murmurs, moving the things off her desk.

He places the pots and boxes onto the ground and stares at her with heavily lidded eyes.

"Did what?" She asks, glancing between him and her stuff in confusion.

"I pretended to enforce those policies," he whispers, and she stares at him.

"Explain," she demands, a scowl coming onto her face.

He creeps towards her, his steps quick and precise. He lifts her, wrapping her legs around his hips and holding onto...