Sons of Lyra: Runaway Hearts Read Online Free PDF

she’d returned to him.

    He knew she wanted to
leave.

    Something told her that
he’d stop her if she tried to.

    She was going to have to
find a way to get away from him. He’d served his purpose and, now
that she had passage to another system, she had to cut ties with
him. She’d had it with men. Her father’s bringing her to Lyra Prime
when he’d said they were en route to Varka had been the last straw.
Now she’d felt the wind of freedom in her hair she didn’t want to
go back. She never wanted to go back.

    “ You look as
though you need to relax,” she said and smiled sweetly to disarm
him. His feelings calmed again. “How about I order a few drinks and
then the galaxy will seem even more beautiful?”

    He looked out of the
window. “It’s already beautiful.”

    He was at that. Her eyes
traced the line of his profile—his smooth forehead, straight nose
and subtle curve of his lips, down to his defined jaw. The dirt
still covered him, but she no longer saw it. She cursed herself for
her female weakness and went to the panel on the wall.

    Her fingers danced across
it, taking her deeper into the menu of food and drink available on
the ship. She smiled when she found what she was looking for and
didn’t hesitate before pressing the image to request it. A few
glasses of this and he’d be on his back and she could
escape.

    She heard him walk across
the room and turned her head to see him disappear into the
bathroom. The door closed. She thought nothing of it and went to
the window. It had been a bumpy takeoff after all. There’d been
several moments when she’d been convinced she’d lose what little
food she had in her stomach. She frowned and then went back to the
panel, selecting some items from the food menu. If she was going to
get him to drink then she’d have to drink too. With an empty
stomach, she’d be drunk before he was.

    Satisfied with her
selections, she returned to the window and looked out of
it.

    He’d said it was
beautiful.

    She traced patterns in the
bright stars, joining them together with her eyes. She couldn’t
recognise any of the constellations from this angle. They all
looked strange and it made her feel cold and alone, as though she
had gone to a completely different universe rather than system. She
never would’ve been happy on Lyra Prime. It was too different. The
people, the cities, even the air. Even the stars. What had her
father been thinking?

    The man, Sebastian,
stepped out of the bathroom just as she sat down on the long padded
seat. His cloak was gone, revealing a crisp white shirt and tight
black trousers. Her eyes ran up the length of him, over a body that
she could tell was toned beneath his clothes. Whoever he was, he
took good care of himself. She’d noticed his hands weren’t rough
when she’d been holding them. If he worked, it wasn’t manual
labour. Her gaze reached his face. He’d washed the dirt off and
preened his black hair. The short tendrils of it were tangled and
pushed back, curling around each other. His eyes bore into hers,
dark and alluring. She hadn’t thought it possible for him to be
more handsome without the dirt, but he was.

    The door panel buzzed and
a female voice came over it. They were speaking Lyran. She thanked
Arkus for the reminder that she was with a Lyran and went to the
door. For a moment, she’d been about to speak her native
tongue.

    She opened the door and
smiled, bowing her head in greeting to the stewardess on the other
side. The stewardess pushed a large silver floating tray into the
room. She pressed a button on the wall and the floor opened to
allow a table to rise up. It hovered a foot above the ground,
perfectly still, as though it had legs. The stewardess placed the
bottle, glasses and food onto the table and then left with the
tray.

    Terea closed the door and
looked at the man. He was staring at the table. He lowered himself
onto the long seat in front of the window and stretched his arms
out across the