Lyra’s POV
The ride back from the underground club was silent, heavy with unspoken words. Kurtis sat beside me, gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. Angela sat in the back, unusually quiet, as if she knew the storm that was brewing. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything either. My mind was still spinning from the chase, the way Kurtis had stormed in like a man possessed, and the look in his eyes when he found me.
Finally, we pulled up to the house. Kurtis killed the engine and turned to face me, his jaw clenched.
“Inside. Now.” His voice was low and controlled, but I could hear the fury simmering beneath it.
I swallowed hard and nodded, stepping out of the car. Angela followed us inside, but Kurtis shot her a look. “Not you. Sit.”
Angela froze, g
