The elevator dinged.
Lyra looked up from the couch, expecting Zane.
But it wasn't him.
The woman who stepped into the penthouse was tall, elegant, and dressed like she belonged in a fashion magazine. Her eyes locked on Lyra immediately, and her red lips curved into something between a smirk and a warning.
"You must be the charity case," she said.
Lyra rose slowly. "Excuse me?"
"Oh, don't act surprised." The woman stepped further in, looking around like she owned the place. "You're exactly Zane's type when he's playing hero."
Lyra's pulse quickened. "Who are you?"
"Camille," she said, extending a perfectly manicured hand, then pulling it back as if touching Lyra would burn her. "His ex-fiancée. Or maybe… the current one. It's always been a little blurry."
Lyra's mouth went dry. "You should leave."
Camille laughed. "Oh, sweetheart. I'm not the one who doesn't belong here."
The front door opened again.
Zane walked in, freezing when he saw them both.
"What the hell is this?" he asked.
"I could ask you the same," Lyra snapped, stepping away from them both. "Is this what you meant by 'complicated'? Because this looks like betrayal."
Zane looked at Camille, then at Lyra — and for once, he didn't have an immediate answer.