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Lirael's POV

When I walked past Raphael’s office after my meeting and saw Zephyra leaning over his desk, her ass cupped by her fitted dress, my jaw had clenched so tight I’m surprised the people walking next to me hadn’t heard my teeth grind together. What the fuck was my brother playing at? I’d been clear with him yesterday that he wasn’t to touch her, and the very next day he has her up in his office with her long legs and her tight skirt and her pretty green eyes.

As soon as I’d gotten off the phone with him, I’d been out my door and making an excuse to talk to Samson about something, just waiting for her to come down the corridor. I should probably question why I’m acting so irrationally about this when I’ve already decided it’s for the best, but I won’t. If Raphael thinks I’ll let him have Zephyra, he’s sadly mistaken.

She follows me into my office, and her sweet sunshine-and-wildflower scent teases me. A vivid image grows in my mind. In it, I turn and press her against the doo