Zephyra’s POV

I was in my pajamas on Friday night, sitting in front of the television with a glass of wine and my tablet on my lap. Freya had invited me out with her and her other friends, but I wanted to finish some work, so I declined.

It had been a week since Lirael apologized to me in his office, and we hadn’t been together physically since. I had expected him to ask me back to his penthouse that night, and I was fully prepared to say no. Not only because of my standing dinner date with ...