Lyra's POV
I changed into another dress since the first one was wet from the bath, and I went to find Draziel.
I was bored out of my mind just sitting alone in that room, having to stare at the dreary stone walls. I couldn't afford to just stay doing nothing. I had to do something—especially convincing Draziel to take my hint to find the scroll.
I touched my lips almost unconsciously with my fingers as I walked slowly down the hallway. I smiled, reminiscing about the feel of his lips on mine, the warmth of his big, broad body, and the feel of his arms around my waist. I almost moaned aloud, just thinking of our time together in the bathroom.
My brows furrowed when the memory playing in my mind touched on Zarek's cough—the bastard—he was just hell-bent on making sure Draziel and I were never happy.
