LYRA'S POV
I turn on the bed when sunlight breaks into my sleep.
"Wake up, Lyra. Don't tell me you still sleep like a pregnant wolf." Zade's footsteps are approaching me, and the moment I can't hear them again, my eyes fly open.
How did I get on his bed?
I look up to see him standing next to the bed, looking down at me with a scowl on his stupidly beautiful face. His eyes trail from my eyes to my exposed lap. Amusement flashes through his eyes, which pinches on my anger, and I quickly sit up and push my skirt below my knees.
I stiffen for a moment when a wave of pain passes through my head. For a second, it feels like the whole world is moving in a badly drawn circle.
"Here, have this." The bed dips when Zade sits next to me, stretching a glass of water with pain relief pills.