Lyra's POV

There was a bitter and hoarse smile that tugged on my lips and I stomped on the staircase straight to my bed.

Meanwhile, my fingers trembled as I opened the note, even though I was looking elsewhere.

My blood was boiling with rage and my heart was filled with emotions. As I banged my door behind me, I paused instantly as I caught a glimpse of a name on the note that sent cold shivers down my spine.

Tate Shark? Who the heck is this?!

My eyes grew open, amused, and I spoke in jesting equips. I stood keenly as I stared, baffled.

“For two years now you...