Lyra's POVThe fluorescent lights in the hospital corridor made everything look pale and lifeless. I sat in the uncomfortable plastic chair outside Finn's room, watching the doctors through the glass window as they checked his vitals. His small body looked even smaller against the white sheets, and the steady beep of the heart monitor was the only sound keeping me sane."His fever broke completely," Dr. Martinez said as she emerged from the room. "The antibiotics are working. He's going to be fine, Mrs. Reynolds."I should have felt relieved. I should have felt joy. Instead, all I felt was a hollow ache in my chest. Fine. Finn was going to be fine. But would any of us truly be fine after everything that had happened?"Thank you," I whispered, my voice barely audible.The doctor squeezed my shoulder gently before walking away, leaving me alone with my thoughts. But not for long."Lyra." Rhys's voice came from behind me. I didn't turn around."How is he?" Chris asked, appearing on my ot
Ciara's POV The weight of Lyra's rejection pressed down on me like a stone in my chest. I sat in the corner of the safehouse, watching her examine the photograph with Chris and Rhys, feeling like an outsider looking through glass. Every time she glanced my way, I saw the same thing, distrust, anger, the memory of what I had done to Finn. I deserved it. I knew that. But it didn't make the isolation hurt any less. My phone buzzed softly. Another intercepted message from the second traitor's signal. I'd been monitoring their communications since the church threat, hoping to find something useful. This time, the message made my blood run cold. *Package secured in vault. Timer set. Target arrives, everything ends.* The bomb wasn't at the church. It was in the vault they were talking about, the same vault Chris had just figured out from the photograph. The second traitor was using Lyra's parents' secret as bait, and they were walking right into it. "Chris," I called out, my voice cutt
Chris POV The church bomb threat had everyone on edge. I watched Lyra pace the small safehouse living room, her phone clutched in her hand like a lifeline. Rhys was at the window, supposedly keeping watch, but I could see him stealing glances at her every few seconds.The tension between us was thick enough to cut with a knife. His accusation about my feelings for Lyra hung in the air like smoke, impossible to ignore. He wasn't wrong, I was in love with her. But what he didn't understand was that I hated myself for it."We need to think this through," I said, trying to focus on the immediate threat. "The second traitor wants you at the church. It's obviously a trap.""Everything's a trap," Lyra said, echoing her earlier words. "But what choice do I have? They're threatening Finn."I looked at her son, still sleeping peacefully on the couch. The fever had broken, but he looked so small, so vulnerable. The thought of anyone hurting him made my chest tight with rage."There has to be a
Rhy's POV The walk back to the safehouse felt like a funeral march. Lyra walked between Chris and me, but she might as well have been on another planet. Her mind was clearly spinning with everything that woman had told her, and I could see the wheels turning behind her eyes. Chris kept glancing at her with that protective look that made my stomach twist. When she stumbled slightly on a loose piece of concrete, he was there instantly, his hand on her elbow to steady her. "I'm fine," she said, but she didn't pull away from his touch. I wanted to punch something. Instead, I shoved my hands deeper into my pockets and tried to focus on what mattered, getting back to Finn. "We need to talk about what just happened," I said, breaking the silence. "This Elena woman, do you think she was telling the truth?" Lyra's fingers went to her jacket pocket, where she'd tucked the key. "I don't know. But the things she knew... about my parents, about the locket. How could she know those things i
Lyra POV The cold night air bit at my skin as I hurried through the empty streets, my phone clutched tightly in my hand. The message had been clear: Meet me at the old pier. Midnight. Come alone, or the boy dies.Every step felt like a betrayal. I'd left Finn sleeping peacefully on the couch, trusting Chris to keep him safe. I slipped past Rhys without a word, knowing he'd try to stop me if he knew. But what choice did I have? The message mentioned my parents, and whoever sent it knew things about our family that no one should know.The pier stretched out into the darkness ahead, its old wooden boards creaking in the wind. Fog rolled in from the water, making the yellow streetlights look like ghosts. I pulled my jacket tighter around me and checked the time. 11:58 PM."You came."I turned around, my heart hammering. A woman stepped out of the shadows near the pier entrance. She was older, maybe in her fifties, with silver-streaked hair and tired eyes. She wore a long coat that had se
Chris POV The bullet wound in my shoulder throbbed with each heartbeat, but I kept still by the window, watching the police patrol the perimeter. Pain was nothing compared to the ache in my chest as I listened to Rhys and Lyra's conversation unfold behind me."I'm fighting for us, Lyra," Rhys pleaded, his voice raw with desperation."You broke us first," she replied, her words sharp as broken glass.I gripped the windowsill tighter, my knuckles white. Every instinct screamed at me to turn around, to comfort her, to tell Rhys to back off. But this wasn't my fight. This was their marriage, their history, their pain to work through.Even if it was killing me to watch.Finn stirred on the couch, his small hand reaching out in sleep. Lyra immediately moved to him, adjusting his blanket with the gentle care that had first drawn me to her. She was a mother first, always. That fierce protectiveness was part of what made her so beautiful."His fever's completely gone," she whispered, pressing