Lyra's POV

I pulled the phone from my ears instantly and my eyes widened in astonishment. I stood there, blank and shaken.

I parted my lips, but my voice broke miserably, and I was too surprised to accept his handshake.

His hand remained in the air as he searched anxiously on my face as though he was trying to read what I had in mind.

Is he really Tate Shark? Or am I hallucinating?

I surveyed his face and the same fragments of images clouded my mind. There's nothing that seems to make me doubt what's going on in my mind.

“You…you are? Tate Shark?” My voice cracked and I...