Lyra's POV
The mansion was too quiet. Not peaceful,eerie. The kind of quiet that creeps under your skin and whispers run before your mind can catch up. But I had nowhere to run. Not tonight.
I’d been pacing my room for over an hour, every turn across the carpet dragging the same thought across my mind like glass: He knew. He had known all along about my father. The file in his office didn’t lie, and neither did the cold pit in my stomach.
Leo had known. About the crash. About the cover-up. About the blood that had painted the pavement the night my world ended. And still,he had let me walk into his home, into his life, into his bed.
Worse?
He’d hired me.
Not just to nanny Mira, but to watch me. Study me. Possess me.
And God, I let him.
Sleep was impossible. I couldn’t lie in that be
