Lyra's POV
"Was it really?" My tone grew gentler. "Was everything truly okay? Or were you simply choosing to look the other way?"
"Go to hell." She whirled around and marched toward the pool area. For a moment, I assumed she was leaving. That this confrontation had reached its end.
Instead, she seized one of the poolside chairs. Hoisted it above her head. Began swinging it in my direction.
The Omega nearby let out a piercing shriek.
I threw myself sideways. The chair whizzed past me, missing by mere inches. It slammed into the stone where I had been standing moments before. The sound of metal grinding against rock filled the air.
Seraphina lunged for the chair again.
This time, I did not dodge out of terror. I moved with purpose.
