Lyra's POV
The night was restless, filled with tangled thoughts and fear. I couldn’t stop replaying the events in my head—the attack, the masked men, and the chaos that followed. My mind kept circling back to one question: Who was behind this?*Someone wanted me dead, and that much was clear. But who?
Could it be Lily? The thought of her sent chills up my spine. She had always been cold and distant, but was she truly capable of something like that? As much as I tried to convince myself it couldn’t be her, a part of me whispered that she might be. I knew how deep jealousy could run, how dangerous it could be when left unchecked.
I turned over in bed, my mind racing. My thoughts eventually drifted to Ranio. The way he looked at me yesterday—cold, distant, almost as if he didn't recognize m
