Lirael's POV

I strode into Nathan’s office without bothering to knock. His gaze flickered with surprise for a fleeting moment before he masked it with practiced composure, reclining in his chair.

“To what do I owe this unexpected visit on a Monday morning?” he inquired casually.

I settled into one of the plush leather chairs opposite his desk, crossing my legs at the ankle and stretching them out.

“It’s over,” I declared bluntly.

One of Nathan’s dark brows arched ...