Chapter 27
Roman
“Yes. . .”
“Yes. . .”
“Yes. . .”
“Do you have more than one syllable for your old grandfather, you brat?” Grandfather bellowed through the phone, his voice so loud I had to hold the device away from my ear to avoid going deaf.
I pinched the bridge of my nose, attempting to maintain my composure. “I’m answering your questions, Grandfather,” I said evenly, my tone cool and deliberate, as I leaned back against the seat. The jet hummed softly around me, a constant reminder of the privilege I was born into but rarely allowed to enjoy.
Lyra was fast asleep in the small room of the jet, likely curled into herself like she usually did when she wasn’t on guard. I could still see her in my mind’s eye, graceful even in her sleep, her delicate features softened in relaxation. M
