Ryan turned to Lyra, his brows knitting together. "What do you mean? Isn't this… your grandfather?"
He pointed towards the body.
Lyra's lips parted, but no words came at first.
Every gaze from everybody pressed heavily on her, and her chest tightened under the weight of their stares. Everyone wanted to hear her response. Even Kross looked at her.
Her hands trembled as she lowered her eyes. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely more than a whisper, it was uncertain, yet laced with fear.
"I… I lived alone. I don't have a grandfather."
A tense silence followed, only broken when Kross straightened and gave a quiet command. He didn't waste time debating the mystery, not now. He would figure out later if she was lying and what was her end game. But if she was lying then she would be a very good liar.
