Chapter 79: A Place to Return To
Lyria's POV
My vision blurred.
I blinked quickly, but it did very little to stop the sting gathering at the corners of my eyes.
Olly was the first to notice.
He turned in his seat, squinting at me before letting out a short huff of amusement.
"Well now," he said, nudging Jacob with his elbow, "look what you've done."
Jacob frowned. "What?"
"Ye goin' to make the girl cry, that's what."
"I am not—" Jacob stopped, properly looking at me this time, and then his expression shifted. "Ah."
Helen appeared at my side not a second later, as though she had been expecting it.
She let out a low chuckle, pressing a folded napkin into my hand.
"Here," she said. "Before ye make a mess o' yourself."
I let out a small, breathless laugh, accepting it.
"I am not—" I began, only for my voice to falter slightly.
Jacob leaned forward, resting his forearms on the bar.
