Chapter 105

Silas knew the second the bottle stopped spinning that he was screwed. And it was not in a funny way or in a harmless party-game way.

In a way that made his chest lock up and his instincts scream at him to either run or do something incredibly stupid like kiss his boss’s daughter.

The bottle was pointing at Lyra and the other end pointed at him. Of course it was.

God.

He wanted to kiss her.

Not in