But Cyrus had also become close to being a friend. I had no one else to turn to here. I couldn’t go to Nyla about this, Bellamy was her brother. After a moment, I felt more relaxed, the building tension shrinking to a tiny spark. As I went to pull away, Cyrus tightened his grip around me. The gesture seemed almost possessive. For a moment, I wondered if I’d imagined it. His hand found its way to my hair, pushing it back. It was all too much for me. His grasp, the way he ran his fingers through my hair, it was unsettling.
