Lyra’s POV

“Take a look at your arms.” Rylan's gaze flickered as he walked towards me. “Did someone beat you up?”

“That's not the answer to my question,” I retorted. “Are you trying to avoid the question?”

“I wasn't talking about the lady you think I'm talking about. It's the new chef that got hired. Are you satisfied now?” he said, showing me the evidence on his phone. I took a deep breath, and then he raised my arms.

“Look at the imprints on your arms. What was ...