Lyra furrowed her brows and yanked his hand away before grabbing the scarf and draping it back around her neck.
"Behave. You can't just invade my privacy like that," she said, her voice firm, leaving him stunned by her boldness.
Cassian's hand hung in midair, his mind reeling from her sharp words. It was only then that he realized what he had done—and the regret hit almost instantly.
"I—I didn't mean to—" he started, trying to justify himself.
But Lyra cut him off.
"No, you never mean to. And yet you always end up doing the opposite," she snapped, silencing him once again.
She was already walking on eggshells, her heart pounding at the thought of facing his parents—and now, here he was, making her even more anxious with his sudden, intrusive behavior.
