Lyra's POV
The cold stone wall pressed against my spine as I stood frozen outside Kaelen's chambers. My skin burned with mortification, heat spreading from my chest up through my throat until my face felt like it might combust. My hands trembled uncontrollably at my sides. The scene kept replaying in my mind on an endless loop. The picture frame slipping through my nervous fingers. Glass shattering against the floor in a thousand glittering pieces. His expression when he discovered what I had destroyed.
'Why can't you keep your fucking hands to yourself?'
