Leandros’s POV 

“Oh, and my uncle Felixe?” she gasped with horror as we hurried to the helipad to board the copter and return to Wrigley.

“I’m sure he’s busy looking for Derrick. No wonder he hasn’t arrived here to separate us.” I could understand now how much Lyra’s life was in danger. We couldn’t afford to roam around anymore. This was a temporary relief since the roads were still blocked. Soon, the stalkers would be back. 

“Now, what will we do, Leandros?” I hated ...