Chapter 34
Lyra
The silence in the car was suffocating. Tense. Thick like fog. The kind of silence that pressed down on your chest and made every second stretch longer than it should.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
“I’m… I’m sorry,” I whispered, the words tumbling out of me before I could think them through. I wasn’t even sure what I was apologizing for—just that the air needed to be broken, and guilt was clawing at my throat.
Roman turned his head toward me, his face still tense with fury, his eyes sharper than a blade. “Why are you apologizing?” His tone was cold. Clipped. Pissed off in the most refined way possible.
I swallowed, trying to keep my voice from cracking. “It’ll be everywhere tomorrow—on the tabloids, blogs, gossip columns. Your name is going to be dragged through the mud
