~Lyra~
The moment those words left his mouth, my mind went blank.
By the time I came to, I was already on my feet, storming toward Rylan. My eyes locked on his. “What the hell are you saying? Who told you to make this up?”
The conference. The record player. This had Royal Family written all over it.
My little sister Ivy… she was dead. Gone. Even if—by some miracle—she had survived, she’d never send someone like Rylan, this petty, spineless coward, to steal the record player.
“No one,” Rylan said, looking rattled. “I swear. I couldn’t see her face clearly, but… she reminded me of her. The voice was different—slower, more deliberate—but…”
“Impossible.” I snapped.
I turned, ripped the dagger from Kael’s hand, and pointed it at Rylan. My hands trembled from fury. The softness in me was
