BETRAYED BY MY FIANCE; REBORN AS HIS OBSESSION
Hayden noted softly, setting down two cups of tea.
Lyra turned her head, her dark eyes thoughtful. "Something came back to me just now. A detail I overlooked."
"What detail?"
"A designation," she said, her voice dropping. "B-17."
Hayden went still. His hand paused inches above his teacup, his relaxed posture instantly vanishing into a rigid, quiet stillness.
Lyra caught the shift immediately. "You recognise it."
Hayden pulled his hand back, settling deeper into his chair. He didn't answer right away, his hazel eyes fixing on her with an unreadable expression.