Chapter Thirty-eight
*The Move*
The hotel suite was a beautiful cage. For days, it had been a neutral space, a quiet bubble between the war of her old life and the uncertain peace of her new one. But now, it was just a room full of boxes. Lyra stood in the middle of it, a lone figure surrounded by the neatly packed pieces of her past life. The morning sun streamed in, highlighting the dust motes dancing in the air. It was moving day.
Her phone felt heavy in her hand. The decision felt even heavier. She had a key to the penthouse. Xami had told her to come whenever she was ready. But showing up alone with a truck felt… transactional. Like she was just delivering goods.
She took a deep breath and dialed his number. It rang twice.
"Lyra." His voice was clear, alert. He sounded like he’d
