Lyra's POV
Have you bothered asking them what they think? Nyx's voice echoed in my mind as her tail flicked with irritation.
I muttered something under my breath and glanced back at Poppy, who was watching me with raised eyebrows. A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I slumped forward, resting my elbows on the library table and burying my face in my hands.
"What exactly am I supposed to do here? Actually go out with Xander?" The words tumbled out in a rush.
Poppy's shoulders lifted in a casual shrug. "Talking to him wouldn't kill you."
A groan rumbled from my chest as I pressed my palms against my closed eyes. After taking a frustrated breath, I slapped my hands down on the table surface and pushed myself to my feet. "Alright," I declared. "I'm going to his place right now."
"On a Saturday night?" Poppy's voice carried a note of concern. "He's probably completely wasted."
"Perfect," I replied, hauling my backpack onto my shoulders. "Maybe the alcohol will make him less defensive."
