Zephyra's POV

Lirael stared out the window, and I sat in stunned silence, trying to figure out exactly what I should do. I could whip out my phone and message Freya, but I didn’t want to interrupt her time with Jaxson. Plus, I already knew what her advice would be. Something along the lines of, “Ride ’em, cowgirl.” I was mercifully distracted from the overwhelming chaos in my mind when we approached the hotel. The building was lit up, with an honest-to-goodness red carpet out front. ...