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 ...