Changing into her nightwear, Lyra stepped into the bedroom, only to freeze at the sight of Casian sitting on the bed.
Her throat tightened, and she hesitated, refraining from taking another step closer. The idea of sharing the same bed with him sent a wave of caution through her, her thoughts drifting to their earlier, passionate moment.
Heat bloomed across her skin, her cheeks tinging pink at the mere prospect of something happening between them. No—she couldn't let that happen.
Without another thought, she turned toward the couch.
"Where are you going?"
Casian's deep voice sliced through the thick silence, making her pause just as she reached the couch. Her fingers curled into fists at her sides, her throat bobbing anxiously.
From the bed, he watched her intently. The tension in her shoulders told him she was wary of him—but he didn't care.
"Get in bed," he commanded.
