Chapter 55: Of Midnight Snacks and Misplaced Assumptions
Lyria's POV
I turned slowly.
Gray eyes met mine from across the kitchen.
They were familiar in the worst possible way—sharp and pale, framed by a face I had once trusted more than I had trusted almost anyone. He stood near the far counter with the easy, unhurried posture of a man entirely comfortable in whatever space he chose to occupy.
He was frowning at first.
Then, quite suddenly, he smiled.
It was the same smile he gave me when we had been friends—or rather, when I thought we had been friends. A smile that had at that point seemed to make my heart flutter. But after the knowledge that I had only been used by him, it fell flat.
I was almost certain of the fact that he thought the smile would make me once more melt in his presence. Well…he couldn't have been farther from the truth.
I rolled my eyes internally, wondering what rotten luck I had to run into him here.
"Lyria."
