Varg's POV

Everything seemed to pause as I looked into her eyes. I forgot how to breathe. The way she gazed at me, the way her waist felt beneath my hand, it was overwhelming. Despite the oversized shirt she wore, I could feel her trembling under my touch. Her eyes weren’t just red; they were alive, like molten embers smoldering in the dark. They held a fire that could consume me yet keep me warm all at once.

We stayed like that, her body pressed against mine, until the door creaked open. Bethany entered, holding a bundle of clothes in her arms. I quickly let go of Lyra’s waist and...