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Zephyra's POV

“Are you going to be okay?” Freya asks as I gather my purse and get ready to head out the door. When she returned from work last night, she’d immediately known something was wrong. Probably because my eyes were red from crying. When I explained what had happened, she wrapped me in her arms and told me Lirael was an asshole who didn’t deserve me. Then she ordered in dinner and put on a thriller with absolutely no romance in it, and I managed to turn my mind off for a couple of hours.

This morning, I’m prepared—if not exactly ready—to face Lirael and Jovan. The former I probably won’t even see, and the latter, well, I’ll just have to put up with his smugness.

“I’m going to be okay. I won’t let a man as self-absorbed as Lirael Wright get me down. I just need to finish this project and then I’ll never have to see him again.”

She comes over and gives me a hug. “Good for you. Just keep your head held high and ignore those assholes. You’re worth twice the both of them put toget