CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN:
The phone rang at 3:12 a.m., sharp and insistent, cutting through the quiet like a knife.
Dimitri snatched it from the nightstand before Lyra could even stir. “Who is this?” he growled, already swinging his legs out of bed.
A voice he hadn’t heard in years came through, cold and edged with panic. “Voss. It’s me. Reyes. The one you let live. They’re coming for your family again. Not ghosts this time. Real ones. My old crew. They found out about the new baby and they want blood for what you took from us.”
Lyra sat up fast, hand flying to her stomach. “Dimitri, what is it?”
He put the call on speaker, jaw tight. “Talk fast, Reyes. Why should I believe you?”
“Because I owe you for not putting a bullet in my head that night. And because I have a daughter too. I don’t
