Lyra
The cabin’s door creaked open, and Liam walked in.
“I let Lewis go,” he said, stopping a few feet from me. “My men checked his wound and treated it before he left.”
I stayed silent, only nodding once.
“You don’t believe me, do you?”
Why did he think that? I looked up, meeting his stare. I almost replied then. He wasn’t the most trustworthy person, so why should I even believe him? But I didn’t say anything and continued to remain silent.
I heard him sigh.
“Here.” He stretched his hand. A cellphone was in it. I raised a brow, confused. He rounded the bed and placed the device on the nightstand.
“This is for you. Your old SIM card is inside. If you don't believe me, you can call him and ask.”
I stared at the phone blankly, making no effort to pick it up.
“I told you, Lyra,
