"You can't keep her from the truth forever, Re."

Revaldo snapped his head toward Devandra, who was standing just inside the hotel parking lot entrance. Their meeting wasn’t an accident—or maybe it was far too intentional.

“I sent the video to Vania. Let her see who you really are. And who Lyra is,” Devandra said, his voice flat. His face was filled with pain, but his eyes no longer wavered.

Revaldo stepped closer, each stride heavy, his eyes dark and cold. “I’ve blocked every way ...