L Y R A
After dinner, I cleared the table and Leilani helped me, despite Fenrir's protests that she should be resting.
"Lyra," she said, as we were loading the dishwasher. "About what you said earlier. About you and Kael…"
I sighed, my shoulders slumping. "It's complicated, Leila."
"Doesn't seem that complicated to me," she said. "You like him. He likes you. What's the problem?"
"The problem is my brother," I said. "He's… protective. He wouldn't understand. He would think it would compromise my position, or Kael's. Or both. And he's not entirely wrong."
"Have you tried talking to him?" she asked.
I shook my head. "No. And I don't plan to. It's not worth the trouble. It's just a fling, I will end it once all this is over. He isn't the type to settle down."
She looked at me, her expr
