The morning air carried a crispness that hinted at change. I had just settled into my office at Lyra Events, sipping a carefully brewed coffee, when my assistant’s hesitant knock pulled me from my thoughts.
“Sophie… there’s… someone here to see you,” she said, voice trembling slightly. “They insist it’s urgent.”
I frowned, already feeling the tension coil in my chest. Visitors were rare, and urgent ones even rarer. Lucian appeared beside me, sensing my unease. “Who is it?” he asked softly.
“I don’t know,” she admitted. “They wouldn’t give a name. Just… said it was about Lyra.”
I nodded and motioned for her to show them in.
The man who entered carried an aura of authority and danger, the kind that made your instincts scream in warning. His sharp suit and cold, measured eyes suggested h
