Zephyra’s POV

The doorbell rang, and my heart raced — a reaction I was still getting used to. After a quick glance in the mirror to run my fingers through my hair, I opened the front door. Butterflies took flight in my stomach and my mouth went dry when I saw Lirael.

It had been two days since he was last here. Two days since we made pancakes in my kitchen and ate them as I sat on his lap. He’d called me at work later that day to cancel our original plans for the weekend, telling me there ...