As I walked into the training field, Silas's concerned gaze met mine. "Will you be fine, Lyra?" he asked, his voice low and gentle, as he held my hand in a reassuring grip. I nodded, trying to appear braver than I felt. “I've always been fine." I forced a smile, my eyes darting between Silas and Zayn, who stood beside him, their faces etched with worry. "You guys can go train, I'll be fine," I said, my voice steady, but my heart racing with anticipation. Silas's eyes lingered on mine, searching for any sign of doubt. "Be careful, Lyra," he whispered, his warm breath caressing my skin as he pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. Zayn added, "If you feel uncomfortable with him, just call us." Their words sent a shiver down my spine, and I nodded.I turned to face Ezra, his hand still shoved deep in his pocket, his expression unreadable, like a mask carved from stone.He'd been like this since the washroom…. Well since the washroom thing. I wondered if he was serious about... is he je
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