CHAPTER 32 - Honey for Flies

Ryan I leaned back in my chair, the leather creaking beneath me as I stared at the ceiling. Five days had passed since the attack on Lyra, and still, the doubts about her lingered. They left a bitter, acrid taste on the back of my tongue. Every time I was near her, my heart raced in a mix of desire and rage. I wanted her, every inch of my body screamed for her, but my mind...my mind kept me claiming what I craved. The curve of her hips, the way her hair cascaded down her back, it all called to me. Her deceit… it held me back. From that night in her dorm room, I could still feel the ghost of her lips on mine, the taste of her on my tongue. It was intoxicating… maddening. I'd tried to push her away, to forget her, but she was a stubborn woman, and she'd wormed her way under my skin. Forever an itch I couldn't scratch. I'd given her a chance, I'd given her a home, and she'd repaid me with lies and deceit. I wanted to hate her, I wanted to cast her out, but I couldn't. I was drawn