Lyra
I stared at my mother.
Had I just heard that right?
I barely noticed the cold seeping into my skin as her words echoed again in my ears.
So, Lyra, honey… When will you be separating from Liam?
Someone giggled, a sharp, breathy sound laced with mischief.
I already know who it was.
Evelyn.
My eyes flicked to her. On cue she leaned into Liam, her head tilting just enough for the fake mop of blonde hair to sweep over his arm in a subtle claim of possession. Her glossy lips were curved into a smile, and the smugness in her eyes made my blood boil.
She was enjoying this. Wallowing in it even.
I looked at Liam.
I couldn’t read the expression on his face, and even if I could, whatever it was vanished the second our eyes met.
And then it clicked. This was it. This was why Mother ha
