KAIDEN
"Where did you go, and why's your face suddenly pale like you've seen a ghost?" I asked, turning to stare outside the window.
"I…I," Lyra stuttered, trailing off.
I turned around to look at her; my brows were creased, and my eyes narrowed. Yesterday, she looked this way—flighty, frightened… If anyone were to see her, they might assume I had done something to her.
But I'd never even touched her before, even as aggravating as she was. I wasn't a woman beater. Yet, I felt something was going on with her. She was hiding something from me because the Lyra I knew barely looked like this, except when she was trying to manipulate me into doing things for her.
"Lyra," I murmured, walking up to her. She took a step back from me, her eyes wide with fear. I didn't back down until her back hit the wall, and she had nowhere to go.
I clasped her shoulders, my expression softening, likewise my voice. Doing that would make her come clean rather than being defensive.
