Lyra
An hour later Jonathan walked into my office.
He didn’t say a word. Just walked over and handed me an envelope, like we were in the middle of some old spy movie.
“This is a one-time thing, Lyra,” he said, voice flat but eyes narrowing on me. “When I said I’d do anything for you, I didn’t mean digging into people’s backgrounds was part of the deal… but you just had to call me, didn’t you?”
I took the envelope from him, lips twitching into a faint smirk. “Thank you very much, Jonathan.”
He let out a sharp breath through his nose. “Yeah, don’t thank me. The easier way would’ve been to just go to Liam. But no, you had to drag me into this mess.” He turned on his heel and slammed the door behind him.
Well, there he goes.
Convincing Jonathan to do this for me hadn’t been as straightf
