chapter 82

Angela POV

“Stick to the plan, Angela,” I muttered to myself, staring out into the night. My fingers gripped the windowsill as the cold wind brushed against my face. I could feel everything crumbling around me, slipping out of control. James was pushing too far. He liked the power he had over them, over Lyra. I knew it the moment I saw that twisted look in his eyes, he wasn’t going to let her go easily.

But that wasn't the plan. The ransom was already set, and Kurtis and his men were waiting. Lyra had to be released tonight, or everything would fall apart.

I moved away from the window, my heels clicking softly against the floor as I paced back and forth, my mind racing. I could feel the weight of every decision pressing down on me. I had to be smart. One wrong move and this whole game would come crashing down.

I picked up my phone and texted the men I had stationed near the edge of the lot. They were supposed to handle the release. I couldn’t show myself, not to Kurtis, and not to Lyr