Lyra's POV
Every ounce of courage I'd managed to scrape together vanished the moment we stepped onto the walkway leading to Xander Eclipse's residence. The reality of walking into the home of someone who despised my very existence and had made multiple attempts on my life was terrifying enough. But Poppy's outfit selection made everything infinitely worse.
The denim skirt she'd forced me into was criminally short and sat dangerously low on my hips. It barely grazed the tops of my thighs and threatened to expose everything with each step I took. The fabric clung to me like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination.
