Angela POV
Angela paced the dimly lit room, her stilettos clicking against the cold concrete floor as she muttered to herself, the edges of her lips curling into a triumphant smirk.
“They think they’re clever,” she hissed, her voice dripping with venom. “Lyra, with her timid little smiles and doe eyes, and Kurtis, pretending he can survive without me. Fools, both of them.”
She paused in front of the small desk at the corner of the room, tapping her manicured nails on its surface. Her mind raced with possibilities. She was so close, so close to finally breaking them both. All she needed was to secure Kurtis, to move him somewhere Lyra would never think to look. Once Lyra realized she had no chance of finding him, Angela would let the truth sink in *You don’t belong in his world.
A cru
