Third Person POv
Surprisingly Zane left the room picking up call.
Lyra’s hand trembled so much she could barely keep the phone steady. Her throat tightened as the line rang, every second stretching like eternity. She kept darting glances toward the door, terrified Zane would suddenly barge back inside.
The ring kept going. No one picked. Her heartbeat thudded louder than her own breath.
She was about to drop the phone back when suddenly the line clicked and a voice answered.
“Hello?”
Her heart froze. It wasn’t her mother’s voice. It wasn’t even her father’s.
It was Lucian.
Lyra’s lips parted, anger flaring instantly, almost overpowering her fear.
“What—what are you doing with my phone?” she whispered harshly, clutching the device so tightly it hurt her palm. “Why do you have it?
