LYRA
I didn't have time to run for the door, and I certainly didn't have a way to explain why I was hovering over his locked desk drawers with a letter opener in my hand. I looked around the room, my eyes landing on the small door to the private bathroom in the corner of the study. I didn't think; I just moved, sliding inside and clicking the lock shut just as the main door to the office creaked open.
I pressed my back against the cold tile of the bathroom wall, holding my breath so hard my lungs started to ache. My heart was thumping against my ribs like a trapped bird, and I was sure they would hear it through the thin wood of the door.
"The perimeter is secure, Alpha," I heard a voice say. It was Garrett.
"Good," Lucian replied. His voice was closer now, likely right by the desk whe
