Lirael's POV

When I walked into the architectural team’s office space that evening, it was late enough that the place was empty. Except for Zephyra. She was sitting at her desk, and I paused for a moment to watch her.

Her long, dark hair was drawn back in a ponytail, with a few loose tendrils falling forward to frame her face as she looked down at what she was doing. Her lower lip was caught between her teeth and her brow was slightly furrowed as she concentrated.

She was fucking gorgeous, ...