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Zephyra's POV

I ’m smiling as I initial the latest set of internal plans. I seem to do that a lot lately, smile at nothing. And the reason is about six foot two inches, dark-haired and blue-eyed, with a dick that doesn’t quit. I laugh to myself. I really am going off the deep end.

It can’t be a bad thing to be so happy that I’m smiling and laughing to myself, can it? As long as I don’t let myself forget that this thing Lirael and I have won’t last forever.

But there’s a part of me, the part that watched too many Disney movies when I was little, that can’t help but hope that might change. I’ve noticed a difference in Lirael over the last few weeks—since that lunch with his family. A softening. A warmth where once there wasn’t. It’s like he’s slowly peeling away the layers of his coldhearted persona, revealing the man underneath. And as it turns out, I can’t get enough of that man.

The sex is still intense. We’ve done it all over his penthouse, twice in his limo with Lirael’s hand over