Lirael's POV

I flicked through the television channels, trying to find something to lull my brain toward sleep. After flying back to London from Germany that morning, then having a full day of meetings, I was struggling to switch off. I’d also been waiting for a call, so when my phone rang, I swiped it off the side table.

“Did he accept?” I asked without bothering to say hello.

Nathan’s voice came out clearly through the phone speaker. “He did,” he said, and I let out a silent ...