I couldn’t bring myself to meet Xavier’s eyes, so I stared at the buttons on his suit instead. “Lyra has something to tell you.”
“And why should we listen to her?” Carlo asked.
“Because it’s the truth. Jade and I had nothing to do with what happened at the party yesterday. We were set up,” Lyra said slowly, keeping her gaze locked on Carlo.
“Hmph.” Carlo snorted while Xavier stayed silent. “Let’s say we believe this lie—what would anyone gain by framing you?” he asked.
“That, you’ll have to ask her yourself,” I cut in, not wanting their personal tension to cloud the truth.
“Who?” Xavier finally spoke.
“Amelia,” Lyra said.
Carlo chuckled darkly. “Every time I see you, you just keep getting worse. Amelia? Really?”
“The description of the woman who came to my house matches her perfect
