Lyra POV

The beginning of the night is spent in the most relaxing way Lyra could think of.

She has a bubble bath when she returns to her room, and she reads some files slid her way by various Alphas.

“Lyra?" Andreas calls, knocking on the bathroom door.

"Shit," Lyra mutters, groping around the tub for a towel.

"Yeah, I'm in here," she calls back, her voice higher than usual as she desperately looks for something to conserve her modesty.

She finally grasps one of the towels off the rail a metre away and stands up out of the bath, wrapping herself in the towel tightly.

Andreas walks in just...