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Lirael's POV

Zephyra blinked, her lips parting. The next moment, her expression shuttered. "I don't know what you're talking about. This is a high-profile project. It's Jovan's job to make sure everything runs smoothly."

I supposed it wasn't a surprise she didn't want to discuss her boyfriend with me.

"Jovan and Rachel seem to have a good working relationship," I said. I didn't know why I said it. It could be because I sensed some undercurrent between Jovan and the beautiful blonde. Or maybe it was because I was an asshole and recognized a kindred spirit when I saw one. And there was no doubt in my mind that Jovan was an asshole. After all, he had broken up with her once already—which I should probably thank him for—then come crawling back.

Zephyra stared down at the plans in her hands. When she raised her gaze again, there was a spark of anger in the deep green of her eyes. The sight sent a flare of heat through me.

"I'm not sure what you're trying to insinuate," she said, "but my pe