Chapter 83

Lyra

I blinked so hard I nearly knocked my contact lens out, and I swear for a second, I forgot how to fucking breathe. Because no. No.

There was no way. There was no damn way the universe had the audacity, the absolute fuck-you nerve to put him in my path again, not after everything that happened, not after that party, not after Damon literally threatened to dismember anyone who looked at me too long. I mean, what the actual hell?

This boy, this walking red flag of sex and danger and smug grins, was standing right in front of me in the same damn uniform as me, like this was some kind of joke.

Like the universe thought it’d be funny to drop him in my school like a grenade inside a pencil case. And oh my God, he was smiling.

The same fucking smile. The one he gave me right before he leaned in that night and sniffed me like I was a hot plate of jollof rice. What kind of psycho does that? Who does that at a party?

And now?

Now he had the