~NYRA

My knees felt like they might give out as that name echoed through my mind like the toll of a heavy bell.

Odette…

Lyon had said it like he’d known it all his life. Like he wasn’t just tossing a guess into the wind. No. Lyon knew.

And that made it worse. That made it real.

I didn’t remember turning back to face him, but somehow, I was looking at him again—truly looking, past the smug expression he so often wore, past the maddening charm and into something I wasn’t ready to ...