"Wife?" I repeated, chuckling as I stared at the doctor then Kelvin.

I couldn't let him know I was the one that saved Lyra.

"It's just a friend of mine," I said smoothly, forcing a casual tone as I leaned back in the chair. "Nothing more. You don’t need to worry about her."

Kelvin’s eyes narrowed, the smirk fading into something colder. He leaned forward, his hands clapped together as he studied me.

"A friend, huh?" His voice was slow, deliberate. "Funny how you want to keep ...