Lyra POV
The meeting had ended, but the tension lingered in the air as Kurtis and I walked out of the building. My heels clicked against the marble floor, a sharp contrast to the heavy silence between us. I could feel Kurtis’s frustration radiating off him like heat, but I didn’t press him. Not yet.
As we stepped outside into the cool evening air, I glanced at him. His jaw was tight, his eyes narrowed in thought. I knew that look, it was the one he wore when he was piecing together a puzzle, trying to make sense of chaos.
“Kurtis,” I began cautiously, “what’s on your mind?”
He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he scanned the street, his gaze sharp and calculating. Finally, he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not just Victor Langston,” he muttered. “There’s something bi
