Chapter 10 Meet Nyra

• Elian barely moves when I step into the house, his lips still pressed against hers as if I were invisible. My stomach twists. The woman straddling him on the couch gasps when she sees me, but he simply sighs, gently pushing her off as if I’m the one who interrupted them.
• Then, like nothing happened, he strides over, lips curling in a smirk. He leans in as if to kiss me, but I jerk back.
• “What are you doing?” My voice barely holds together.