Lyra's POV
"Cassian… wait."
He is all over me, his hands already taking my dress off before I can ask another question. His action isn't unusual. He has acted this way before Elara's presence clouded everything.
But this time… it feels off, like I should take a break from this activity and really find out what he is getting himself into.
"You haven't had dinner," I say, trying to get his hand off me.
His hands move fast, making this whole action look like those times when we played a game of domination—I pretended to refuse him, and he tried to make me open my body to him.
He rips my dress apart when he doesn't succeed in getting it past my head. "I don't care to eat. You're also a meal."
"But you should tell me about—"
