Kyra’s POV

I rolled my eyes so hard that I thought they might fall off from the socket when Lena’s text popped up on my screen.

“Oh, please,” I muttered under my breath, tossing my phone back into my bag. “I don’t have the time for this.”

For someone who claims to be busy with her fake relationship, she somehow still finds the time to nag me like my grandmother, and I somehow always end up listening. But this time, I don’t want any of it.

I also hadn’t replied to her all ...