Lyra
“Papa, what can I do for you?” I said back to my father. I am so tired and could do without his bullshit.
“Where is Vladimir?” I smile, knowing how irritated he is by the tone in his voice. My men stand around with the same smirk on their faces as I have. The only one looking confused is Beta Atlas, he keeps glancing between us.
“Vladimir is where he will remain until I decide what I want to do with him.”
“Lyra.” He growls down the phone, the warning clear in his voice.
“Well, if you want to play games, you left something behind and someone.” I hear some movement at the other end of the line.
“Lyra.” My heart sinks as the voice of my best friend comes over just above a whisper. Before I can reply, an almighty growl comes from Atlas. Turning my eyes wide, my eyes lande
