Lyrius was no longer surprised when Kyara suddenly jerked against him. This was what happened last night. Kyara findingrefuge in him...before remembering that evil existed. It had caught him off guard then. But not now. Not again. And that was why—
When she tried pulling away just like last night, he didn’t let her go.
When she begged him to free her, he only tightened his arms.
“Please,” she was saying against his shirt, “please, you don’t understand, he’ll—Lyrius, please, you don’t know what he’ll do, he’ll call his father, he’ll—”
“I know.”
W-What did he mean?
“I know everything, Kyara, and that’s why I need you to look at me...”
A part of her wanted to deny this, believing that all of this was pointless, and that they were just torturing themselves for nothing. But because she remembered to pray for this, and she had to believe that Cyrus couldn’t possibly be more powerful than God—
Kyara slowly mustered the courage to meet his gaze, and oh, what she saw—
“And now I need you to promise me you’ll trust me.”
It made her start crying again.
Because what she saw in his eyes was every answer to her prayer.
Chapter 15
CYRUS WAS STARTINGto feel impatient. And uneasy. If he had to be honest, which thankfully he rarely had to be, he was more the latter than the former. For a change.
And the only person he had to blame for was her.
Where the hell was she?
Kyara should be back by now—
“Mr. Wallace?”
One of the guys working from H.R. seemed to pop out of nowhere as he came standing by his desk. “H.R. would like a word with you.”
“Sure.” Cyrus hid his anger behind an easy smile even though he took note of the name on the man’s ID.
Joey from Human Resources, you’ll pay for this.How dare this idiot cause a spectacle in his domain, make it seem like he’s made a mistake? Did this idiot not know who he was?
All eyes were on them as Cyrus followed behind Joey, but as soon as they were inside the elevator, he turned to the other guy, snarling, “You’ll be out of your job before this day is over.”
No answer.
“Did you hear me?” Cyrus yelled. “You’ll be out of a—”
The elevator doors had opened while he was yelling, and he quickly summoned a smile even though he was still red-faced with anger.
Everyone was staring at him as he walked down the hallway, with Joey in front of him like a fucking warden.
Cyrus took his phone out. Maybe it was time to call his dad. If he spun this the right way, his father would—
Ah, shit.
His steps crashed to a halt when he realized that Joey was opening the door not to just any H.R. office. This door led to theroom...where people were either asked to leave quietly or face charges.
Shit.
