Leandros’s POV 

All the fights left my body. Ever since that fateful night, twenty years ago, I have always looked up to Zephyrus like an older sibling, a father figure. He had done a lot for me, rescued me and Alexandrios from the jaws of death, and taken us away with him to Aromania. I respected him, and loved him with all my heart. Until now, I had never resisted Zephyrus. 

My shoulders sagged, and I moved away, allowing them entry into my home. Their gaze went to Lyra in the living ...