Lyra’s POV
The hallway stretched out before me like a dark, endless tunnel, my footsteps echoing off the walls as I neared Angela’s door. My heartbeat was a drum in my chest, loud and insistent, mirroring the fury roiling inside me. This was the second time I’d come to confront her about Kurtis. She'd denied any involvement before, but my instincts told me she was lying. And I wasn’t leaving until I forced the truth out of her.
I took a deep breath and knocked, the sound sharp and unyielding. After a tense few seconds, the door swung open, revealing Angela’s face. Her expression flickered with surprise, but it quickly morphed into something smug as she took me in, standing there, brimming with anger.
“Lyra,” she greeted me with a saccharine tone that made my skin crawl. “Back so soon? I
