Lyra
“How dare you?” I hissed, my voice shaking with fury. Liam raised an eyebrow, his expression unchanged as he watched me stand there.
“Is that Lyra?” Evelyn demanded indignantly. “Why is she in your quarters? What’s going on, Liam?”
Without a word, Liam ended the call and leaned back against the couch, arms folded across his body as he stared at me nonchalantly. “How dare I what, Lyra?”
“My baby was your child too,” I snapped. “He died on the same day Xavier was born and it was your fault. You let my baby die while you were busy with your mistress and now you just keep quiet while she makes fun of me for mourning my dead child? What sort of monster are you?”
Liam’s expression hardened. “Watch your tone, Lyra. I won’t remind you once again.”
“I won’t watch my tone.” I yelled, “You
