Leandros’s POV 

 I drove through the thick cover of snow, but there were no signs of Lyra anywhere. Ever since I woke up in the morning to find her gone, I have repented every moment for my folly. Did she really take my words seriously? Did she really think I was into human trafficking? I wanted to bang my head somewhere in frustration. Maybe she was too young to understand my joke! 

 Why did I have to utter such nonsense even in jest? Now, where would I look for her? She might have left ...