Nyra’ POV
I was still half asleep when the knock came. Not loud. But persistent enough to drag me out of the little peace I had finally managed to get after last night.
I groaned softly and reached for my phone first.
8:17 AM.
Way too early for anyone to be disturbing me. Lyna, who had stayed over after our conversation and ended up sleeping sprawled dramatically across the other side of my bed, buried her face deeper into the pillow.
“If that’s Wallace,” she mumbled sleepily, “tell him I died.”
Another knock followed. More composed this time. Not impatient. Professional.
I frowned slightly and climbed off the bed, quickly pulling my oversized shirt lower before heading toward the door.
The moment I opened it, I blinked. Aster, Wilthon’s driver stood outside. Perfectly dressed in h
