Lirael's POV

Marigold brought our drinks, passing Zephyra’s juice with a warm smile. When she met my gaze, the smile she gave was perfectly professional and polite. She must have thought Zephyra was my girlfriend.

As the engines spun up and the jet roared down the runway, Zephyra closed her eyes, her fingers tightening around the armrests. I wasn’t expecting this reaction from her. “Are you scared of flying?” I asked.

She blinked a couple of times, then focused on me. “A little. ...