Calculated Surrender

Kaelen exhaled slowly, nodding once.

“Hm. Good idea, Father.”

He was already reaching for his phone again.

Lyra’s hand shot out.

Her fingers wrapped around his wrist, stopping him mid-motion.

“Stop.”

The single word was soft—but firm.

He looked down at her, surprised.

She lifted her chin, lips pressing into a small pout she didn’t even try to hide. “Fine. I won’t go to the concert anymore,