Zephyra's POV

“Are you going to be okay?” Freya asked as I gathered my purse and got ready to head out the door. When she had returned from work last night, she had immediately known something was wrong. Probably because my eyes had been red from crying. When I explained what had happened, she had wrapped me in her arms and told me Lirael was an asshole who didn’t deserve me. Then she had ordered in dinner and put on a thriller with absolutely no romance in it, and I had managed to turn ...