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Zander’s POV.

I didn’t respond, letting her question hang in the air between us. Lyra leaned in closer, her golden hair brushing against her shoulder as she tilted her head, studying me like I was some puzzle she could solve.

My silence didn’t deter her. If anything, it seemed to encourage her, like she thought she was getting somewhere.

“We were a team,” she said softly