Kaelen's POV
I watched Lyra standing there in front of me. Her chest rose and fell rapidly from running. Pink colored her cheeks. Her eyes burned with desperate urgency.
Bank accounts. The thought hit me like lightning. How had I missed something so obvious? If Victor orchestrated this attack on my mother, he would have paid someone. Money always left traces. Even the smartest criminals got sloppy when it came to cash.
Something twisted in my chest. An uncomfortable sensation I tried to ignore. Lyra was helping me. She was fighting to save my mother. After I had exploded at her. After I had accused her of destroying Genevieve's picture. After I had treated her like dirt beneath my boots.
I studied her face carefully. Really examined it this time. No scheming lurked behind those eyes. No hidden motives. Just raw concern. Just a woman desperate to save a life.
