CHAPTER 164: Touch Me

LYRA

My lips tremble at the realisation of what I can become. I don't want to be like that. Someone mad, someone insane. I'm perfectly fine as I am now, and I want to live like this.

"You don't have to be afraid."

He raises his hand and tucks a stray piece of damp hair behind my ear.

My eyes trail over his face, the shadows that dance on it, the sharpness of his jaw and the darkness of his eyes.