Lyra stepped into the hall and found Jake sitting against the wall opposite the door. He was on his feet before she had even fully shut it, wrapping her tightly in his arms, pressing his face into her hair.
“Are you okay?” he whispered.
“No,” she gasped against his chest, shuddering. “But I will be.”
“What happened?”
Lyra just shook her head. She couldn’t find the words yet. Instead, she clutched at his shirt like it was the only thing keeping her upright.
Jake didn’t press. He just gathered her closer, one hand cradling the back of her head, the other spread protectively across her back. She let herself sink into him, feeling the slow, strong beat of his heart.
He pulled back just enough to press a kiss to her forehead. “Let’s go back to the room.”
She nodded. Anything to get away
