Chapter Seventy-Five
* Crossing the Line*
The weight of the seer’s words was a stone in Lyra’s chest as she stood on the sidewalk. The sun was too bright, the city sounds too loud. She was supposed to go to the hospital, to confront the man who raised her, to demand the truth behind a lifetime of lies wrapped in kindness.
But first, she had to fix something else. Something more important.
Her fingers were cold as she pulled out her phone. She scrolled to his name, her thumb hovering over it. The memory of his face last night—the sad, closed-off look—was more painful than any prophecy.
She took a deep breath and pressed call.
It rang once, twice. Her heart hammered against her ribs.
“Lyra.” His voice was neutral. Professional. The voice he used for business calls.
“Xami.” Her own vo
