Liam
Lyra was lying.
She said she didn’t know where her father was, but her eyes said otherwise. Her voice, too. She never joked about her father. The Lyra I loved would never leave that old man behind and follow Lewis to wherever he was taking her. She had fought tooth and nail with me just to prove his innocence, she’d worked meager jobs to afford his treatment after I bankrupted his company, and she’d slept with a broken back and bent neck by his side. And I was supposed to believe she didn’t know where he was now. Bullshit.
She had cried after, and while she sounded genuine, I knew it was not.
But I did not push her further—at least not tonight. She was weak, her face cold and white from the rain and the stress of everything that had happened.
“Rest.” Pulling her from my arms, I b
