Zephyra’s POV

The limo pulled up in front of my apartment, and I stole a glance at Lirael.

He’d been distant the entire ride back, his mood unreadable, his silence a wall I couldn’t climb. Not that I’d been chatty either. My brain was still tangled in the aftermath of last night—trying to figure out what it had meant. What, if anything, came next.

Nights like that probably meant nothing to a man like him.

It had been surprisingly hard to slip out of his bed this morning. Harder than I ...