Chapter Forty
* The Trap is Set*
The silence of the penthouse felt different when Lyra and Xami returned. It wasn't just quiet; it was a deep, humming peace after the storm. The tension of the dinner had finally drained from Lyra's shoulders. She felt, for the first time, a sense of belonging. She had defended her new ground and won.
She never saw the trap waiting in the shadows.
Earlier that day, while the dinner was being prepared, Saphira and Alexander had met in a quiet, expensive cafe.
"He won't even look at me," Alexander whined, stirring his coffee. "She's got him completely wrapped around her finger now, after that dinner. We're finished."
Saphira's eyes glittered with malice. "No, we're not. She thinks she's safe in her little fortress. Let's give her a reason to feel unsafe
