Lyra's POV
Once we flew back to the tower, he didn't let go. We didn't say a word for the short flight..
But, the next thing I knew, I was airborne for half a second before landing on something soft with a loud thump. My spine bounced against the mattress. I scowled up at him, my red hair fanning wildly around my face.
"Seriously?" I huffed, propping myself up on my elbows.
"Is this going to be a habit now? You throwing me into beds like I'm some sack of potatoes?"
He stood over me, arms crossed, smirking.. "If you'd stop running headfirst into danger, I wouldn't have to carry you everywhere like a damsel in distress."
"I'm not a damsel," I snapped.
Julian's mouth quirked, that annoyingly smug half-smile appearing again. "Could've fooled me."
"Then what was that about? You said to Jakub out loud that I could "handle" myself."
