Lyra’s POV
It unraveled fast.
Too fast.
The first sign something was off wasn’t the gunfire or the alarms or even Matteo bursting into Leo’s study like a man who’d finally reached his breaking point.
It was silence.
A weird, charged silence. The kind that doesn’t feel like quiet,it feels like a breath being held by the whole damn world.
I was in the dressing room when it started, standing barefoot in a sea of white satin and blood-pink roses. Wedding music testing on loop through the walls like a lullaby written by someone who never knew what love actually cost.
Leo had just left.
He’d kissed my ring finger like it was a blood oath and muttered, “Two more days, baby. Then you’re mine in every way.”
And I’d smiled. Sweet. Compliant.
Even though every cell in me was screaming.
Tha
