Lirael’s POV

I stared out of the window, watching the cars pass by in a slow, almost languid manner. Exhaustion clung to me like a heavy cloak, despite the deep sleep I’d managed to get last night—perhaps the best rest I’d had in a long while. However, jet lag had cruelly roused me from slumber earlier than I’d hoped, leaving me drained and sluggish.

Jonathan, our chauffeur, dutifully guided the limo toward my penthouse, and for a fleeting moment, I entertained the idea of instructing ...