Chapter 97

KYRA.

If history had taught her a thing, it was that anything that had to do with Rune always ended in a disaster.

And by history, she meant all her life, right from the day the scrawny boy had stepped out of the godfather's ride, mouth dropping in awe as he took in the manor, unsure if to make a move or continue to trail mud on the floor.

Even then, he was severely in need of a haircut and a bath, which had been the beginning of their lifelong conflict, for she had made the mistake of pinching her nose when he walked past her.

Okay, to be truthful, she did not only pinch her nose.

"Hola senorita, estaba esperando…"

He wasn't done speaking when a seven-year-old her had pinched her nose and hollered, "What's that smell?"

In her defense, she was a young, spoiled brat who still felt the world revolved around her.

Rune had taken it personally. One thing led to another, and they became die-hard enemies whose only interaction was because of