Chapter 106

Lyra laughed sheepishly. “What?” she repeated. “You’re really asking me that?”

She turned in her seat so fast the seatbelt tugged against her shoulder. Her hands curled into fists in her lap, nails biting into her palms because if she didn’t anchor herself to something, she might actually scream.

“You stood up in front of everyone,” she said, voice tight, “and acted like kissing me would personall