“S-Sir—”
“Not until you tell me what’s wrong.”
She was already shaking her head even before he had finished speaking. “N-Nothing’s—”
“Liar.”
“I’m not—”
“Would you rather I ask Wallace instead?”
His tone was so, so silky as he spoke, like...like he was simply telling her what kind of coffee he liked, that it took Kyara an extra moment to understand what he was saying.
Lyrius’s features remained impassive as a pair of green eyes flew up to meet his. Her face was a picture of shock, but Lyrius met her stunned gaze without a single ounce of remorse. He had made up his mind earlier. He was done waiting. Done playing. She was his. Had always been his. And the time had come for her to know it, too.
“You know about Cyrus?”
Kyara didn’t know what to feel as she watched his lips tighten at the other man’s name.
“What kind of man would I be if I didn’t?”
And she certainly didn’t know how to answer that as well.
“I’ve always known about him.”
Or that.
“Just like you have also always known the truth.”
What in the world was he—
His gaze slowly lowered to her mouth, and Kyara couldn’t believe how such a simple thing actually had her toes curling inside her shoes.
“You were meant to be mine.”
No. No. No.
“I knew that the moment I saw you, and three years ago—”
Why—why was he saying this? It wasn’t true. This...this wasn’t true.
“You knew that, too.”
Chapter 4
“THAT’S...”
“Terrifyingly true?”
“No, and will you please let me go—”
“Not until you tell me why you’re crying.”
“It’s none of your—” His arms started to tighten in warning, and Kyara quickly backtracked. “Okay, okay, I’ll...I’ll tell the truth if you let me go.”
His lips slowly curved, but she told herself it was just a coincidence that her heart skipped a beat the second after.
“Surely you don’t think I won’t know if you’re lying.”
