LOGINZephyr's POV I love hockey, but the questions they throw during an interview are so fucking tiring and exhausting. I let out a heavy sigh, shifting in the stiff leather chair behind the press table. Just outside these soundproof walls, in the waiting lounge right across the hall, I knew Elowen was sitting on a chair waiting for me. I had dragged her out with me today, practically forcing her into the car after telling her how extremely important it was for her to follow me to this press conference. She had glared at me the entire ride over, looking up at me with those angry, ridiculously cute green eyes, her arms crossed tight against her chest as she mumbled insults under her breath. A small, subconscious smile touched my lips just thinking about it. "We're live, Mr. Knox," a floor manager whispered sharply from beside the main camera. Shit. I snapped my head back to the
Elowen's POV I sat frozen on the chair, unable to keep the utter shock from showing on my face. A scandal? What kind of terrible scandal could have possibly fallen upon Zephyr's father that was so shameful, so catastrophic, that Mirabelle had to erase it from the public eye entirely—to the point where nobody even knew if he was dead or alive?! Suddenly, a memory flashed through my mind—the lavish gala from a few weeks ago. I remembered that wealthy, strange man who had called me in the grand hall, looking at me with those sharp, knowing eyes. He had told me that if I ever had questions about my new step-family, I should come to him. Mr. Hart, I recalled. His name was Mr. Hart. I shook my head slightly, trying to snap out of it. No. Stop it, Elowen. Anything concerning the Knox family shouldn't be your business, right? You shouldn't get involved in this... especially when there's clearly something dang
Elowen's POV The sharp, echoing sound of ice skates slicing through a hard surface reverberated through the wall. Right just outside this room, directly adjacent to the waiting lounge, sat an indoor hockey ice rink. Zephyr had dragged me out to come out with him for an interview he was supposed to have this evening, and despite how much I'd tried to refuse, he didn't take no for an answer. It had been so long since I'd seen or even been near an ice rink. Just hearing the sharp scraping of a blade against the ice, followed by the muffled thud of someone striking a puck with their hockey stick, made a sudden, cold wave of unease wash straight over me. I swallowed hard, pulling up a blank note on my phone screen. I was just trying my best to focus on writing some pop songs to pass the time, but as that harsh scraping sound echoed through the plaster again, a sudden layer of cold sweat broke out across my forehead. My hands
Elowen "First of all," I said, pointing a sharp finger at his chest, "do not talk about my 'it.' That is a warning." A smile tugged at the corner of Zephyr's lips. It was a genuine, tiny smile—as if he was quietly relieved to see my usual feisty attitude return. "And secondly," I added, holding my head high, "not all women dress up purely for the male gaze!" "But the women who flaunts around me do, Blondie," Zephyr countered, that infuriating, arrogant smirk creeping right back onto his handsome face. I raised a clenched fist at him, glaring. "You are pushing it, Knox." His smile broadened... Fucking asshole! "Okay, okay, enough!" Ivy interrupted, stepping between us with her hands up. "As much as I am utterly living for this back-and-forth banter..." She turned to Zephyr, pointing a dramatic finger at him. "Listen to me, hockey man. Let's get one thing strai
Elowen I know the sensible thing I should've done right now was to go home immediately after having that terrifying experience, but I couldn't. I had somewhere to be. Unfortunately, I'd called in Ivy to help me pick out an outfit for the party that would be holding in a days' time—and unfortunately too, Zephyr was coming with us. And now, I was standing right in the middle of a high-end costume boutique, acting like I hadn't just gone through one of the most confusing, panic-inducing events of my entire life less than an hour ago. "I have to say, this is the most unhinged plan I've ever heard in my life, and I am utterly obsessed with it!" Ivy declared loudly, holding up a glittery eye mask and pulling me straight out of my dark thoughts. I had just filled Ivy in on the whole fake-dating scheme between me and Zephyr. Surprisingly, Ivy had actually seen the twisted logic in it. Naturally, I had convenientl
ElowenThe frowns on their faces didn't make my nervousness get any better.I was completely surrounded by the choir students from earlier, and I must say, they were hands down the worst group of people I had ever been stuck with since I enrolled at Belmont Academy. None of them were helpful in anything. Everyone felt this constant, toxic need to be better than everyone else. They were always snobbish, hyper-critical, and judgmental, and I hated every single second of being in the same room as them.And right now, Mr. Jack was playing the pop demo I had spent all night painfully trying to write through the Bluetooth speaker. I had genuinely thought it was okay—at least for a beginner—but everyone’s faces here held a thing or two to say, and definitely not in a good way.The silence in the room was so heavy I was almost pushed to jump out of my seat, hit pause on the speaker, snatch my phone back, and go cry myself to sleep in my dorm room.Mr. Jack
ElowenI didn’t even have the luxury to react before his hot mouth came down on mine. My eyes widened. How did things get to this point?In the next second, my back was pressed against the cold wall as his tall, muscular frame trapped me.I tried to push him away, but his grip on my neck tightened.
ElowenThe stupid thing was that I could still hear the annoying sound of his laughter five minutes later. In my head.I pushed through a crowd of dancing people and headed straight for the kitchen.My face was still burning. No. Burning wasn’t the right word. I was mortified. I grabbed the first
There are exactly three things a girl expects to find when she accidentally opens the wrong bedroom door at a graduation party. A sleeping drunk. A couple making out. Or a bathroom. What she does not expect to find is a half-dressed stranger staring back at her after she’s interrupted his m
Zephyr In spite of my best intentions to avoid adhering to my mother, here I was in her fucking car on our way to meeting my “new family.” “You could at least try not to look like a fucking criminal for one day.” My mother’s voice sliced through the car like broken glass. I kept my eyes on







