Lirael's POV

She stared at me, but instead of arguing, she eased her skirt down her thighs, smoothing out the wrinkles. Then she fussed with her hair a little, avoiding my eyes.

I wouldn’t let her get away with that, though. “We seem to be making a habit of revenge.”

Her gaze met mine, and I wasn’t sure what I saw in it. It better not be fucking regret.

“It won’t happen again,” she said. “I don’t want anything to do with Jovan anymore. Not outside of work, anyway.”

I nodded, ...