Chapter 104

Alistair’s POV

It’s been over a month now since Lyra vanished, and I still haven’t heard a single thing about where she might be. Losing her was the worst breakdown of my life: the ground ripped out from under me, the world collapsing into a void I can’t escape. Every morning I wake up half expecting her to be beside me, sipping coffee, cracking that same joke she’s told a thousand times. But she’s gone, and all I have left is the echo of her laughter and an empty space beside me in bed.

My team has scoured every corner of the city—my men out every day, knocking on doors, scouring surveillance tapes, interviewing anyone who might have seen her. I’ve handed the case over to the police. They’ve thrown agents, forensic experts, every resource they can muster at it. But still: nothing. No leads, no clues, no trace of her whereabouts. I replay every moment we shared, every conversation, trying to pinpoint the instant I lost her. How could I have let her slip through my