Lyra’s POV

A sleek car is parked nearby, its door held open by a man who bows his head respectfully as he gestures for me to enter.

I hesitate, torn between trust and doubt, unsure if I should go back or proceed with Shawn's plan.

Shawn has always been reliable, but I can't shake the nagging doubts. What if he's changed after all these years?

Sasha finally breaks the silence, voicing her concern. "What if he has changed?" she wonders aloud.

I roll my eyes at her, Ignoring Sasha's teasing, I ...