“LYRA!”

The apartment door nearly shattered as Devandra slammed it open. His breath was ragged, his face pale, and his hair still damp from the rain. He stood in the doorway, his gaze piercing like a blazing fire.

Lyra, who had been sitting on the sofa, jumped in surprise and turned toward him, her face filled with panic. “Dev, why are you suddenly—”

“You think I’m stupid?” Devandra cut her off, storming inside and striding straight toward her as she scrambled to her feet.

“What are you talking about? I don’t understand—”

“Cut the crap!” he shouted, jabbing a finger at her face. “You went to the hospital, crying in...