LYRA

We reached Harlow Mansion, but my mind was elsewhere.

Viktor's gaze.

Unwavering. Intrusive.

I knew I hadn't seen the last of him. Something in my gut told me he would cross my path again. And soon.

The grand doors swung open as Ryder greeted us, relief evident on his face.

"At least you should have called Blade — to say you were staying at the office," he said, his voice laced with concern.

"I know. I'm sorry," Blade responded. "The network went down last night. Couldn't get ...