Lyra's POV
"This is the girls' locker room, Ash," I said sharply.
"Really? I had no idea," Ash replied with heavy sarcasm.
He rolled his eyes at me. "It's Saturday morning. Shouldn't you be out on the lawn with Poppy or doing whatever it is you normally do?"
"Shouldn't you be doing the same?" I shot back.
He gestured toward the cleaning cart beside him. "Obviously not," he said with irritation. "Thanks to you, I'm spending my Saturday scrubbing floors because of my so-called poor behavior."
I stared at him in surprise. Had I really been the cause of his punishment? I pushed that thought aside. It didn't matter right now. Here I was, completely naked except for a thin towel wrapped around my body, standing in front of a man who made my blood boil with both anger and something else I didn't want to name.
I pulled my towel more securely around myself.
Ash's eyes went wide, his pupils dilating as he took in my appearance. I gestured toward the doorway behind him.
