Chapter 18
Lyra
The car came to a halt in front of the resort, and I practically jumped out, unable to contain my excitement. The air was warm and salty, carrying the sound of waves crashing against the shore and laughter ringing out from every corner. I spun around, taking it all in—the colorful banners draped over the entrance, kids darting around with ice creams in hand, and the faint music from the beach in the background.
"This is perfect!" I exclaimed, throwing my arms out dramatically as I turned to Roman. "Don’t you agree, Mister Lennox?"
Roman stepped out of the car slowly, like he was bracing himself for an invasion. His dark sunglasses hid his eyes, but his entire posture screamed discomfort. He scanned the area, his lips pressed into a flat line, and with a curt motion, sig
