Author's point of view

Zerina’s legs felt strangely light as she walked toward the bed, almost as if the floor beneath her wasn’t real but something soft and floating. Her heart thudded softly but steadily inside her chest, a little faster every time she looked up and met Lysander’s unreadable gaze.

He sat on her bed like he owned it… like he owned the air.

His back rested lazily against the silver headboard, long legs stretched out. His posture perfectly relaxed in the ...