Lyra
When we finally reached Kyle’s car—and just as he opened the passenger door to call me—Rhea slipped right in ahead of me. She slid into the seat with a sugary smile, thanking him sweetly as if she hadn’t just shoved herself into a place that wasn’t meant for her.
I didn’t even blink.
Without a second thought, I simply opened the backseat door.
“Lyra—” Kyle started.
But I was already inside, settling into the backseat as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Kyle remained frozen in place for a moment, staring at me with a deep frown, clearly expecting… something.
“What are you looking at?” I raised a brow. “Let’s go. I’ll be late for work.”
I leaned back and buckled in.
After all, I still had stacks of files waiting for me—papers to sort, documents t
