Book 3: A Nightmare or a Dream?

Lyra’s POV 

Despite the chaos all around us, Granny and I sneaked out in the evening before Leandros’s arrival. Everyone was busy tending to the battalion of pups and no one noticed us. 

“So, where’s this Purple Beats of yours?” asked Granny as we got into her car. 

“Downtown, near Mackenzie’s.” She drove on and I smiled, feeling free. 

“Drink in moderation. We have to return home and face your hot-headed uncle.” We chuckled at the description, all the way enacting Uncle Felixe’s reaction to our escapade. It was so hilarious, we were soon laughing to our heart’s content. 

We reached the club and walked in with confidence. Although my last experience was bitter, this time I wasn’t underage anymore. The bouncers winked at Granny Ebony as they allowed us inside. I chuckled at her antics, and soon we were negotiating our way through the crazy club crowd. Granny Ebony nudged the creepy guys aside with her elbows as s