Chapter 7

No. Lyra is the one who loves them.

He just buys them for her, every time.

I was just the cover story.

And eventually, everyone, including me, just started believing the lie.

I stared at Lyra, my voice dangerously calm.

"You faked the fall. Didn't you?"

"You wanted him to come over. To spend the night at your den."

"That little laugh you let out before the call dropped? I heard it."

"And your scent all over him? The bite marks on his neck? I see them."

Just like I knew she would, Lyra’s hand flew to her collar, pulling it higher.

Kyle strode towards me, swallowing hard.

"Selene, no. You're getting the wrong idea."

"Lyra's bloodline went haywire after she fell.

She passed out. I had to stay and watch over her all night, that's all."

"I swear, it won't happen again."

The first day we moved in together, we made one rule.

One promise.

As promised mates-to-be,

neither of us would ever spend a night away without the other.

Every good memory we shared just made me want to end this clean.

But looking at their faces — faces I'd known for twelve years,

now suddenly foreign to me — the emotion hit me all at once,

and when I opened my mouth, I couldn't stop the crack in my voice.

"The engagement is off," was all I could force out.

Lyra shoved Kyle forward.

"Get on your knees and apologize to her. Now."

But then, she was the one who dropped to the floor with a thud.

"Look, whatever it is, I'm sure it's not your fault, Selene.

I'll apologize first, okay? Can we just be done with this?"