“Two years, right? And after that you’ll finally marry me?”
“Yes,” he said quickly.
“So what do you want from me?”
He smiled, kissing my cheek. “Stay. Take care of the twins while I take Elara overseas for treatment.”
I nodded. I smiled.
“Alright.”
Relief washed over his face as he left.
The moment the door closed, my smile vanished.
Behind me, someone clapped.
Slow. Mocking.
Elara leaned against the doorway.
“You really think you’re stupid, Lyra,” she said sweetly. “Otherwise, you’d already know.”
She stepped closer, placing a hand on her stomach.
“I’ve been sleeping with Magnus for three years,” she whispered.
“And I’m pregnant with his baby.”
Lyra’s POV
I spun around to face Elara.
She stood in my doorway like she owned the room—chin lifted, lips curled in that smug little smile that made my skin crawl.
“What do you want?” I snarled.
Her little pregnancy reveal didn’t shock me. Not anymore. After eleven years of watching Magnus betray me in new ways, I’d learned one rule: never assume you’ve seen the worst of him.
Or anyone tied to him.
Elara tilted her head, all fake sweetness. “I came to apologize.”
I let out a harsh laugh. “Save it. Your apology means nothing to me.”