Not My Type

Both Kira and Roth answered simultaneously, shaking their heads. “No!”

They exchanged a quick, almost imperceptible side-eye. Kira rolled her eyes at Roth. “Come on! Grow up and move on, okay? Don’t act like it’s a big deal!”

Roth’s voice dropped low, sharp with irritation. “You think so highly of yourself, woman!”

Lyra stepped back, panic rising. “Wait, wait! Stop. You—what? What’s going on he