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"Were you even thinking, Lyra?" Clyde yelled, slamming his office door closed.

"I know and I'm sorry. How was I supposed to know he would have been there?"

"That's not the point! You should've been smart enough to not let him interfere with the task at hand!"

"I didn't! The assignment got done, didn't it?" I snapped.

"And it could've been compromised! You're smarter than this."

"I didn't know he would-"

"I don't want to hear anymore goddamn excuses," Clyde yelled again, slamming his hand against the wall.

I flinched slightly, closing my eyes and keeping my fingers intertwined with each other. I knew he would react like this, I just wasn't prepared for it. It's very rare for Clyde to have outbursts like this but it scared the shit out of me when he did have them.

"Now... what did he want?"

"To talk. He even helped us when the guards were looking for us," I honestly answered.

"What if it was a trap, Lyra? Did you think about that possibility?" He asked lowly.

"N-No..." I mumbled, shaking my head. "I didn't."

"Of course you didn't. Because you don't think."

"It won't happen again," I mumbled.

Clyde exhaled sharply then told me to leave his office. With a slight nod, I walked out and closed the door behind me. I went to the training room to meet up with Noah and Harley.

They were busy practicing, so I sat on
the bench against the wall. Neither of them noticed I was there until Noah fell to the ground and looked back at me.

"Oh... hey, Lyra," he greeted, breathlessly with a smile.

"Hey," I chuckled. "Getting your ass whipped, huh?"

"Oh, come on. I'm getting better."

"Slowly but surely," Harley chuckled, helping him up. "How'd it go?"

"Not good. I got lectured, yelled at... the usual," I sighed, leaning back.

"What? But we got it done," Harley spoke.

"He found out about Mason popping up. Clyde thinks that... it was a setup or something and that he could've messed it all up."

"Did you tell him he helped us?"

"Yes, but he could care less. I don't know what more to do about it."

"Well... could've been worse," Noah chimed in.

"Worse how?" Harley then asked.

"We could've died," he snorted.

I leaned back and exhaled slowly, closing my eyes as I did so. There's no telling what Clyde is going to tell me when he calms down. I just don't want it to be something bad... anything but bad.

One eye opened when someone knocked on the door. I then quickly sat up when Andrew — one of the guards— was holding a bouquet of flowers.

Harley looked over at me as I looked back at her. She quickly walked to the door and opened it.

"Hey, Andrew. Who're these for?" She asked, taking the bouquet.

"The little lady sitting over there," he said with a mocking grin while pointing at me.

"Me?" I asked in disbelief.

"You're the only Lyra Blackstone in this building," he chuckled.

Why would anyone send me flowers? Who would send me flowers?