~LYRA'S POV

I walked into the room with a satisfied smirk, my eyes scanning the room for the instructions I had dished out before leaving.

The portrait was still hanging on the wall, and apart from that, everything else was in place. The expensive foot mats, the sheets, and other stuff which requested to be changed.

I let out a snort as I flopped myself on the bed in the guest room. Although I won her with words and tactics back there, it didn't change the fact that she was somehow ...