Lyra
The hum of the engine filled the silence between us as Luca steered us out of town, heading toward the east side. I kept my gaze on the road ahead, but my mind wasn’t here. It was years back, in a life I had promised myself I would never repeat.
Luca glanced at me, his voice steady but laced with tension.
“Alright, Lyra. I need the whole thing. If I’m supposed to be ready and help you, I need to know what’s coming.”
I took a slow breath, my hands tightening in my lap.
“It’s not just… an attack. It’s worse.”
He didn’t interrupt, but his grip on the wheel tightened.
“In my…” I caught myself, the word almost slipping. “A while back, I overheard Selene and Damon talking. Not just about undermining Killian, but about taking out my mother and her clinic.”
His head jerked toward me,
