Lyra's POV

A tapping noise greets Lyraas as she opens her eyes.

"Shh," she mumbles, rolling over.

As she rolls over, she rests her weight on her face.

A hiss leaves her lips, and she bolts upright, clapping a hand over the bandage covering her cheek.

"Wasn't that stupid," Hayden mutters, looking up from his cellphone.

"Why am I here?" She grumbles, and he sighs, pulling his legs off the arm of the chair he's slumped in.

"You fainted. I had to carry you all the way here, and you're a lot heavier than you look," he grunts, and Lyra scowls at him.

"You could have left me there," she...