Chapter 35. Lyra Monroe

Calla quickly shook her head, pushing strands of hair behind her ears. “No! God no,” She licked her lips and spoke again. “They’re not the assholes—well, they are for pushing my brother off the stairs—but—but their parents are more of an asshole for defending them—but they’re all assholes—” She rambled on, her words tripping over each other.

She paused for him to say something, but not even his facial expression moved an inch.

After a few seconds, he took his hand away from her chin and placed it by his side. “What happened Calla?” his voice was serious, leaving no means of escape for her. His eyes peering into hers.

She gulped. “My brother was hurt. Bad,” she paused and gave him his chance to say something demeaning, to speak ill about her brother again. That way, she can get up and leave, forgetting ever showing him her vulnerable side.

But he didn’t speak, not even a blink of an eye. She exhaled and continued, “I got a call this afternoon from my brother’s