Chapter 102

Lyra took one sip of her drink and immediately regretted it. “Ugh, gross!” she winced.

Silas was right again. Fuck him, honestly.

She pressed her tongue to the roof of her mouth, swallowing hard.

She tipped the cup, half-tempted to pour it into the dying fern by the window.

And now, she was bored.

Where was he? He still hadn’t gotten back from the bathroom. What the hell was he doing with her?

He’