CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY-SIX 

{Lyra}

I stared at him. There was no going back now.

“I gave it to him,” I said, my voice just barely above a whisper.

Dominic blinked, once. Then twice. The color drained from his face like a curtain being pulled back to reveal the storm underneath.

“You… what?” he asked, slow and careful, like he didn’t trust his ears.

“I gave it to him,” I repeated, this time steadier. “I gave him the file.”

“You… gave it to him?” His voice came out hoarse, stunned. “How?”

I curled my fingers in my lap and looked away from the way he was looking at me. “We’ve been in contact for a while now. Long before I met you.”

His brows shot up, like the puzzle in his head was trying to rearrange itself and just couldn’t. “What do you mean, you’ve been in contact?”

“I mean… I’ve been working with him. Varen and I have been in cahoots.”

Dominic stared at me like I’d just sprouted horns and started humming a demonic lullaby. His hands tensed on his knees, his shoulders too still.

“So you're a spy?” He said it mo