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 importantElowenI stepped out of Zephyr’s car and immediately let out a long, heavy sigh.We were back at our apartment, and night had already fallen over the campus. Every single bone in my body felt completely exhausted. I just wanted to hit the sack and crawl under the covers because I already knew how chaotic and draining the following day—game day—was going to be for me.I shut the passenger door and turned around, expecting him to get out, but Zephyr stayed planted inside the car with the engine idling.I narrowed my eyes through the open window. "What's wrong?"He was staring down at his phone screen, a deep, frustrated frown pulling at the corners of his mouth."Is it your mum?" I asked before I could stop myself.Zephyr snapped his head up from his phone. "What?"I shrugged defensively, crossing my arms. "I mean... every time you get that specific frown on your face, it's always about your mummy issues."The second the words left my mouth, I
Zephyr'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
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
Elowen"I don't do virgins, blondie." It had been nine solid months since that night, and yet the embarrassment still lingered heavily in my chest whenever I remembered the events that occurred. “I want to hold another party, in celebration of you getting into Whitmore College!” Isa shrieked thr
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







