"What do you want to know?” Lyra asked, her tone heated.

Cassian looked between us like he was reading the room. Taking inventory. His gray eyes moved from Lyra to me and back again, slow and deliberate.

"What were you arguing about?" he asked.

Lyra didn't even blink. She didn't shift her weight or soften her expression. She just looked at him straight and said, "Val doesn't need another alpha pretending to own her."

The silence that followed was so complete I could hear the distant echo ...