Lyra
Luca leaned back in his chair, his coffee untouched, those sharp eyes of his fixed on me like he was trying to read every lie I might be thinking of telling. The hum of the café around us made it feel oddly intimate, like the rest of the world was just background noise.
My fingers tightened around my cup, the warmth seeping into my palms, grounding me. I had asked for this meeting, and now I couldn’t afford to back down. I had to make sure that Luca was on my side.
I took a deep breath.
“Luca… I’m going to tell you something I haven’t told anyone else.”
His brow quirked, skeptical, but he didn't say anything.
“Is this going to be another one of your half-truths, Lyra? Because I don’t have time for those. And don't even think of asking me to betray my alpha.”
The words stung,
