"I know you have your reasons, and I know there are things you have to keep hidden. I don't want to force you, and frankly, I don't see the point."
With that, Lyra gently pushed out of his embrace, looking at him with quiet composure.
In that instant, she suddenly realized her feelings toward him had irrevocably changed.
Maybe it was the distance, or perhaps the relentless busy schedule that had helped her let go of the past.
She could no longer look at the man in front of her and see him just as a brother.
When she realized this, she understood that she wasn't the only one who had changed—she had, too.
"I'm not blaming you. Maybe I'm a little angry, but looking back, none of it really matters."
As long as he was happy and doing well, that was all that mattered.
At this moment, Miles finally saw the profound shift in Lyra's eyes.
"Lyra, I'll explain everything to you eventually. But right now, staying here is your safest option. I can protect you."
Lyra knew that all too well.
Maxwell wouldn't have pulled a stunt like this today without someone backing him up.
If she walked out that door, she would likely be walking straight into another trap.
Just then, a phone began to ring.
It was coming from Miles's pocket.
He pulled out the phone. It was Lyra's, the one he had grabbed from the nightstand before carrying her out.

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