Lyra's POV
We landed in another area of the library, a much more secluded area. Around us were shelves fitted only with thick scrolls, looming up to the high ceiling.
I stared down at his arm claiming my waist. I loved the feel of his arm around my waist, the closeness of his body to mine. I loved his warm breath warming my nose as he loomed over me in all his magnificence. But like every time, it wouldn't last. He wasn't entirely wrong, though. Staying away from each other was the best way out of this misery, especially staying away from this version of him.
I shrugged off his hold on my waist, pulling back from him so fast I staggered back and almost hit my head against the shelf behind me.
"Lyra!" He screamed, reaching to grab me.
I slapped off his arm midway in the air for me. "Stay away from me. I am okay," I snapped.
"Yeah," he forced through clenched teeth. His fingers retracted in the air, then he folded them as he threw his hand back to his side.
