~Zoe~
The word hung in the air between us, absurd and yet... Lyra's reaction told me everything. Her pupils contracted to pinpoints, nostrils flaring slightly. For a heartbeat, I could have sworn her eyes flickered from amber to gold and back again.
"Security will escort you out," she said finally, her voice deadly quiet. "I suggest you forget this conversation and everything you think you know. For Elara's sake. For your own."
The threat wasn't subtle, but neither was my determination.
"She's headed to Damon Marx's estate right now," I said, playing my final card. "Alone. Without telling Caleb. Does he know that?"
Something like real emotion—concern, maybe even fear—flashed across Lyra's face.
"How do you know this?" she demanded.
"She's my roommate. I know everything." A slight ex
