Sweet Mafia Protector
Her eyes were fixed on the horizon, but as she heard our approach, her gaze snapped towards us.
"Lyra!" Rebekah's voice was laced with concern and a hint of desperation. She took a step forward, her eyes scanning me from head to toe.
I turned to face her, but my expression remained neutral, a mask I wore to shield my emotions. Rebekah's eyes narrowed, her gaze flicking to Marcello before returning to me.
"Hope he isn't using black magic to control you," Rebekah shouted, her voice rising in urgency. "Because that asshole knows how to get to people."