It took nearly half an hour for Lyra to fully calm down. Most of that time, she stayed pressed against Jake on the couch. He kept running his hands slowly down her back, wishing he had the power to influence her emotions like she could. Maybe then he could’ve helped ease her panic.
But that seemed to be a gift meant only for her.
He wanted to smack James. The i***t had told her to give him an emotion he wasn’t expecting. He had even clarified he didn’t want happy, and then got all bent out of shape when she did exactly that. Lyra never wanted to hurt anyone. It went against everything in her. Jake realized suddenly that might even be why she’d been drawn to study medicine.
Lyra, who had suffered so much as a child, only wanted to ease pain, not cause it.
Jake was still turning over his
