Book 3: Lyra Hates Me

Leandros’s POV 

Our flight was delayed, and we reached Lucania by midnight. I slipped into my house like a criminal, thankful I didn’t have to face Lyra yet. I was tired and needed my bed right now. As such, it was a blessing that Dimitra had vacated my house. I couldn’t live with her under one roof without murdering her. 

I hadn’t expected to sneak into my house this way in the middle of the night. I had wanted to meet Lyra and sort out our differences before leaving the next morning. But mostly, I had wanted to see her angelic face once tonight. It had been so long since I had seen her. If only she knew what I went through while I was away from her. 

The house was in a state of mess and it irked me a lot. In the last two days, Dimitra had lived in my home, she had transformed it into a trash bin. It took me almost an hour to clean up and make it habitable. The bed made me throw up. She might be a princess, but she was the dirtiest