~Lyra~
After dinner, Kael took a call and disappeared into his study. I stayed in bed, stretched out with a book, enjoying the quiet.
Then I heard a buzz. Kael’s phone was left on the nightstand. Apparently, he’d taken the call and tossed it aside—forgotten it entirely.
I ignored it at first and kept reading… until the buzz came again. Then again. And again.
First an unknown number, then a string of messages, one after another, like something couldn’t wait.
I hesitated for a beat. Then I slid out of bed and padded toward the study with his phone in hand.
Kael sat at the desk, leaning back in his chair, lazily twirling a pen between his fingers. His face lit up the moment he saw me. “Miss me already?”
“Someone’s been calling your phone. Messaging too.”
At that, something shifted in
