Chapter 87 Strange Sight

Lyla’s pov
Elena's voice was quiet, measured, and almost too smooth. It was the kind of voice that drew you in before you realised how dangerous it was. She kept speaking, her words looping around pleasantries and vague reassurances, but my attention was drawn elsewhere—to the object in her hands.
It wasn't obvious how she held it. Just casual enough to appear trivial, but deliberate enough to get my attention. A compact, elegant device in black and glossy. I couldn't determine what it was, but my thoughts immediately went to the worst possibility: a recording device.