Chapter 095: Looking for evidence 

Dante sat next to his study desk, his eyes fixed on his phone. He dialed Lyra’s number again, waiting anxiously as it rang. Once, twice, and three times, each ring echos in the silent room. After five rings, the call went to voicemail. He let out a frustrated sigh, his mind racing with questions.

"Please pick up the phone, Lyra."

He muttered quietly, pushing the phone aside as he stood up to start pacing the room.

The last judgmental image he had of her, coupled with the unanswered calls so far, was only adding to his confusion and frustration.

He debated going to her apartment, but the thought of facing her without answers held him back.

His mind wandered back to that night. What exactly had happened? His thoughts spiraled, imagining the worst.

Had he really slept with Amara? But How?

The memory was hazy and fragmented. How had it come to this? He reasoned, his mind a whirlwind of doubt. The last thing he remembered was sitting in a hall with Mirabel. Amara was so much farther a