Zephyr's eyes were narrowed, his mind racing as he sat in the dimly lit café, sipping his coffee. Lyra's situation was a tangled mess, and he was determined to untie the knots.
He pulled out his phone, scrolling through the notes he'd made on Ava's case. There were whispers about her past, rumors of manipulation and deceit. But nothing concrete, nothing that would bring her down.
Zephyr's contact, a hacker with a talent for digging up dirt, slid into the seat across from him. "Hey, Zee. I got some info on Ava."
Zephyr's ears perked up. "What did you find?"
The hacker's eyes darted around the café, ensuring they were alone. "Ava's real name is Anastasia Voronin. She's been involved in some shady dealings, using her charm and looks to get what she wants."
Zephyr's grip on his cup tightened. "And the proof?"
The hacker handed him a folder. "Photos, messages, financial records. It's all in there. But be careful, Zee. Ava's got connections, and she won't go down without a fight."
Zephyr's mind was racing. This was the break they needed to clear Lyra's name. But at what cost?
He looked up, his eyes meeting the hacker. "Thanks, Zee. I'll handle it from here."
As Max left, Zephyr's phone buzzed. Lyra's text was a simple "How's it going?" but he knew she was waiting for answers.
He typed out a response, his thumbs flying across the screen. "Got something. Be careful, Lyra."
The game was on, and Zephyr was ready to play. But would it be enough to save Lyra?