Kaia smiled victoriously. "Caleb Reyes has more money than brains. I got my bodyguards to track down the paparazzo who took the pictures, put some scare into him, and he spilt the beans."
I simply nodded, my mind already racing with implications.
"You don't look surprised," Kaia commented, studying my face.
"Actually, I am. A little bit."
In truth, I’d been bracing for Lyra’s hand in this after Griffin’s call. Caleb Reyes—Darius’s so-called best friend—never made sense to me. While Darius was driven and laser-focused like Lucian, Caleb was more like a modern-day Hugh Hefner, flaunting cash and collecting women like trophies.
"What’s his beef with you?" Kaia asked, tapping her perfectly manicured nails against her phone screen.
"Nothing personal," I answered coolly, thou
