Lyra's POV
Fury consumed me as I marched through the crowded cafeteria, my blood boiling with each step. Deep within my consciousness, Nyx thrashed wildly, her growls echoing through my mind as her fangs snapped at invisible enemies.
The paper crumpled in my fist as I approached Xander's table. Without ceremony, I slammed it down in front of him, sending his lunch flying across the surface. Food splattered everywhere, but I didn't care. Slowly, those cold golden eyes I despised lifted to meet mine.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I screamed, my voice cutting through the cafeteria noise. "How could you do this to me?"
His expression remained maddeningly calm. "Do what exactly?"
"Don't you dare play dumb with me!" My palm crashed down on the humiliating photograph again, the image burning into my retinas. "You orchestrated this whole thing, didn't you?"
