Lyra's POVElena pulled a knife from her belt, the blade catching the moonlight as she smiled at me with genuine pleasure."You know," she said, "this is actually better than what I had planned. More personal."I could hear Chris and Rhys behind me, both of them trying to talk me out of this. But I'd made my decision. For months, I'd been letting other people fight my battles, make my choices, determine my fate. Not anymore."What are the rules?" I asked."Rules?" Elena laughed. "The only rule is that one of us doesn't walk away from this."She lunged forward without warning, the knife aimed at my chest. I dove to the side, my months of fear and running finally transforming into something useful. Adrenaline sharpened my focus, and suddenly everything seemed to slow down.Elena was skilled, that much was obvious. But she was also angry, and anger made people sloppy."You think you're some kind of hero?" she taunted, circling me like a predator. "You think love makes you strong?""I thi
Elena's POVEverything was finally falling into place. After months of planning, watching, and waiting, I had them exactly where I wanted them.I stood in the abandoned warehouse overlooking the pier, watching through high-powered binoculars as Lyra, Chris, and Rhys approached together. They thought they were being clever, coming as a team instead of following my instructions. They had no idea they were walking straight into the perfect trap."Ma'am?" Marcus Santos appeared at my elbow. "They're not following the plan. The woman was supposed to come alone.""It doesn't matter," I said, lowering the binoculars. "This is actually better.""How?"I smiled, feeling the familiar rush of pieces clicking together. "Because now I can give them the choice in person. Make them watch each other's faces when they realize what's at stake."Marcus looked confused. Like most criminals, he was focused on the money. He didn't understand that this had never really been about the twenty million dollars.
Chris's POVI woke up on the uncomfortable hospital couch with a crick in my neck and the weight of everything that had happened settling on my chest. Lyra had reached for me first last night. In that moment of pure instinct, she had chosen me.But sitting there in the morning light, watching her sleep in the chair next to Finn's bed while Rhys stood by the window looking lost, I realized something important.Her choice didn't change anything.Not yet, anyway.Lyra was still married. Still confused. Still dealing with the aftermath of betrayal and lies and a world that had been turned upside down multiple times. The last thing she needed was me pressuring her about what her instincts might mean.And Rhys was still Finn's father. Still a good man who'd made bad choices but was trying to do better. Still someone who deserved respect, not just from Lyra but from me.If I really loved this family, all of them, I had to be patient. I had to let things develop naturally instead of trying to
Rhys's POVI couldn't sleep after we got back to the hospital. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that moment in the dark room when Lyra reached out and pulled Chris to safety first.It wasn't her fault. In a crisis, people react on instinct. And instinct, as I'd told her, doesn't lie.She loved him. Maybe she didn't want to admit it yet, maybe she was still fighting it, but her heart had already decided.I should have been angry. Six months ago, I would have been furious. I would have fought harder, demanded she choose me, reminded her of our history and our marriage vows and everything we'd built together.But sitting there in the quiet hospital room, watching her sleep in the chair next to Finn's bed, I felt something I hadn't expected.Relief.For the first time in months, I wasn't competing anymore. I wasn't trying to win her back or prove I was better than Chris or figure out the right thing to say to make her love me again.I was just accepting what was.And what was, was that
Lyra's POV The voice inside the room was giving them an ultimatum. Someone was forcing Chris and Rhys to choose which one of them would live. I couldn't let that happen. Ciara and I crept closer to the door. Through a crack in the wood, I could see into the room. Chris and Rhys were tied to chairs facing each other. Between them stood a woman I'd never seen before, but her voice matched the one from the phone calls. "You have sixty seconds to decide," she was saying. "The husband or the boyfriend. One of you gets to walk out of here. The other doesn't." "Go to hell," Chris said. "Lyra doesn't need to choose between us," Rhys added. "And neither do we." The woman laughed. "How noble. But you're missing the point. This isn't about what you want. It's about what she wants. And deep down, she's already chosen, hasn't she?" I felt sick. Even now, even with their lives on the line, someone was trying to force me to pick between them. "She loves us both," Rhys said quietly. "Does s
Lyra's POVI woke up at three in the morning with a feeling that something was terribly wrong.The hospital room was quiet except for Finn's soft breathing from the bed next to mine. The FBI agents had moved us to a secure wing, but I still couldn't shake the anxiety that had been building all day.Where were Chris and Rhys?I'd called both of them twice before falling asleep. No answer. Their phones went straight to voicemail.I reached for my phone and tried again. Nothing.A soft knock on the door made me jump. Ciara peeked in, looking as worried as I felt."Can't sleep either?" she whispered."Something's wrong," I said, getting out of bed. "They're not answering their phones.""Who?""Chris and Rhys. I haven't heard from either of them since this afternoon."Ciara came into the room and closed the door behind her. "Maybe they're together. Planning something.""Or maybe they're in trouble.""What kind of trouble?"I thought about the woman who'd called the hospital asking about my