It didn't take long for Rowan to return to her side.
She could smell the clean, intoxicating scent of his cologne.
He pulled her up from her chair...
And then he sat down in her spot?
And pulled her onto his lap?
At this point, Lyra desperately wanted to open her eyes.
"Don't open them. Don't ruin it... Just a few more seconds..."
Having no other choice, Lyra kept her eyes squeezed shut. She felt his arms encircle her, and a sudden, biting coldness pressed against her wrist.
Before she could even process the sensation.
Rowan murmured, "You can open them now..."
Lyra opened her eyes in confusion, finding Rowan's handsome face inches from hers.
He pressed a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth.
Lyra pushed him away, looking down at her wrist. The next second, recognizing the pink crystal bracelet secured around her skin, she shot up from his lap as if she had been burned, violently shaking her arm. The delicate crystals chimed against each other as the bracelet slipped off her slender wrist and skittered across the polished floor.
[This isn't mine.]
The words were on the tip of her tongue.
Thankfully, she swallowed them back.
Lyra met his sharp, predatory gaze, and her blood ran instantly cold.
Her immediate, visceral reaction had been to rip it off. There was no walking that back now.
Gripping the edge of the table, she put as much distance between them as possible. "I just... I was shocked by how incredibly ugly it is."
Rowan's eyes were like bottomless black holes, staring at her with deadly stillness. "Is it really that ugly?"
Lyra nodded frantically. "I don't own a single piece of jewelry that hideous."
Rowan continued to stare at her without blinking.
The suffocating pressure radiating from him made it hard to breathe.


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