Chapter 22
Lyra
The rhythmic thrum of drums, tambourines, and cheerful singing filled the air, wrapping around us like a warm blanket. The beach party wasn’t just alive—it was vibrant, pulsing with joy and energy. The lights strung between palm trees twinkled above the crowd like tiny stars, casting a golden glow over the dancing couples. Everyone seemed to be in their own world, laughing, spinning, and swaying as if time had stopped for this one perfect evening.
Hand in hand with Roman, I tried to guide us through the crowd, though “guiding” Roman felt more like dragging a very stubborn rock. His grip was firm but entirely devoid of enthusiasm, his tall frame moving with the same stiffness as when we’d walked into the hotel earlier.
A couple nearby twirled wildly, the woman laughing s
