Unfinished Business

“Sir… Ms. Lyra,” Silas’s voice carried through, measured but insistent, slicing through the air. “Dinner is served, and Madam awaits your presence.”

Lyra froze, a flush creeping up her neck as her eyes widened in mortified panic. She pressed a hand to her lips, stifling a laugh that threatened to ruin the moment entirely.

Kaelen’s eyes darkened, lips curving into a slow, amused smirk. He pulled