Chapter 94

The two of them stayed tangled together until late afternoon. Lyra hadn’t eaten all day, yet she wasn’t hungry. Her body was light, her pulse fluttering with a dangerous sort of thrill. Damon was here. With her. But just as she was about to pull him close again, he stilled. She followed his gaze, and her smile froze. Damon had his phone in hand, his thumb hovering over the screen. A message had popped up. From Sloane. Lyra’s heart tightened. She tilted her head, pretending not to notice, but Damon abruptly sat up. “I’m going to make a call,” he said, already walking toward the door. “I’ll be right back.” Lyra bit down hard on her lip to suppress the flare of fury. Then, with practiced grace, she forced a smile. “Alright. Don’t be long.” The moment the door shut behind him, her eyes went cold. Outside, Damon glanced at the message again. It was late afternoon, Sloane’s usual time to clock out from work. Even if I can’t see you, the wind that passes by you feels like your embrace. He exh