Lyra's POV
I thought the ring was symbolic. A power play. A leash disguised in diamonds. I didn’t realize he meant wedding.
Not yet, anyway.
Until I walked into the study and saw two men in suits going over guest lists, NDAs, and f*****g cake samples.
Cake.
I blinked like maybe I’d walked into the wrong mansion. But nope,there was Leo, behind the desk, buttoning his shirt like he hadn’t just dropped a bomb on the world.
“...three security checkpoints, background runs on the venue staff, and no plus-ones unless I sign off personally,” he was saying to a man with a clipboard.
The guy nodded like this was all standard.
I stepped in. Quiet. But not invisible.
Leo clocked me instantly. His gaze flicked up,and softened.
“Clear the room,” he said.
Clipboard guy dipped. So did the othe
