Kurtis' POV
I sat alone in the hotel bar, nursing my drink, staring at the door as if expecting Lyra to walk in and explain everything. My chest felt tight, anger still bubbling beneath the surface, but confusion was starting to take over. I needed answers. I needed to know the truth about James. Why was he here? Why did Lyra look so shaken when she saw him? And why the hell hadn’t she told me anything?
The ringing of my phone snapped me out of my thoughts. I glanced at the screen and saw Angela’s name. What could she want? I hesitated for a moment before answering.
“Angela?” I said, my voice gruff.
“Kurtis! Hey, how’s the trip going? Are you and Lyra having a good time?” Her voice was light, almost too sweet, like she didn’t know I was on the verge of losing my mind.
I clenched my ja
