"Lyra, Lyra," Elara sighed wistfully, the sound of her own breath hitching as she pressed their foreheads together. "Don't do that. Do that again, and I won't promise to hold back anymore."
She pulled back just enough to trace Lyra's lips with her thumb, her touch lingering on the soft skin that had just called out for another.
"If you dare utter her name again," Elara warned, her blue eyes darkened as her gaze dropped to Lyra's mouth, "If even a whisper of her name escapes those lips, I might just put a bullet through her head this time. No more warnings. No more accidents."
Lyra gasped, her heart plummeting. Her grip on Elara's wrists tightened frantically as she began to shake her head in a desperate, silent protest. She knew Elara wasn't just bluffing.
