Lyra’s POV 

I wrenched my arm free of his hold. He had no right to touch me with the filthy hands that touched another female. “I hate you, Leandros! Don’t f*cking touch me with your filthy hands!” 

I stepped back, ready to fight him. 

He stood with a stunned look on his face. “I-I wanted you to know the truth, Lyra. I’m...” I intervened, not interested in his lies. I knew the truth and nothing could change it. He had betrayed me and no amount of explanation could negate ...