Lyra’s POV
I waited until the sharp echo of Angela’s heels faded down the hallway, my fingers tightening around my phone as I watched her disappear. The act had worked, for now. I forced myself to take a deep breath, letting Angela believe I was done, that I was ready to walk away from Kurtis and everything between us. She’d fallen for my words, swallowed the lie whole. But deep inside, my resolve hardened. She thought I’d back down. I’d never been more determined to fight.
I took a steadying breath and pulled out my phone, scrolling to the contact labeled "Tracker." With a quick message, I let my source know to monitor Angela’s every move. I couldn’t take any chances. Angela was out of control, and if she found out I was watching, she’d make good on her threats. I knew she’d go after K
