Chapter 25: A Question Too Close for Comfort
Lyria's POV
The moment his voice reached me, I knew I had made a mistake by lingering.
I lowered my head at once.
My gaze followed suit, dropping to the polished marble beneath my shoes as though the floor itself were far more deserving of my attention than the man who stood before me.
"Good morning, s-sir," I said softly.
He did not answer.
The silence stretched just long enough to become awkward.
I dared, foolishly, to lift my eyes.
