Lyra POV

Lyra was so distracted walking into the prison that she bumped into four separate security guards and soldiers.

She hit them with a cold glare, and they immediately apologised, which satisfied her.

They should have moved when they saw her coming, but she wouldn't hold it against them this time.

She had changed into heels in the car, and the clip-clop on the tile floor was satisfying.

Flicking some of her hair over her shoulder, she straightens and pushes her shoulders back, schooling her face into a stony expression as she leaves the elevator.

Her steady walk down the corridor to the interrogation room encourages her.

This will...