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Zephyra's POV

My ringing phone woke me from a restless sleep. I fumbled around on my side table until I found it. “Hello?” I mumbled, squinting against the fingers of light finding their way past the edges of my bedroom curtains.

“We got it!” Jovan’s loud voice made me wince.

I sat up and rubbed my eyes. “Got what?”

“The Wright Group project,” he said, and now I was wide awake. “Really?” I was simultaneously shocked, delighted, and wracked with nerves. Delighted that all our hard work had paid off, and excited at the knowledge that something I’d have a hand in designing would feature prominently in major cities around the US.

But my stomach twisted at the thought of being in the same space as Lirael for an extended period.

From the way he had looked at me during our presentation, it was obvious he was less than happy to see me. And I guessed I understood why. Lirael didn’t seem the type to be interested in mixing business with pleasure, particularly not when the pleasure was only ever