FAZER LOGINFor the first time in weeks, Elyra slept peacefully.No restless thoughts.No strange dreams.No worries about hidden enemies or stolen church records.Only warmth.Comfort.And the memory of dancing with Zevarion in the library while rain fell outside.Unfortunately, remembering that the next morning was dangerous for her heart.Very dangerous.Elyra opened her eyes slowly and stared at the ceiling.Then immediately remembered the dance.The way his hand rested at her waist.The way she leaned against his chest.The way he held her a little closer when she rested her head against him.God.She buried her face in her pillow.This was becoming a serious problem.A knock sounded at her door."Elyra?"Arin's voice.She sat up immediately."Come in."The door opened and Arin stepped inside carrying a tray of coffee.A suspicious smile was already on her face.Dangerous.Very dangerous.Elyra narrowed her eyes."What?""Nothing.""Arin.""Nothing."That meant it was definitely something.A
The rain continued long into the evening.The estate had settled into a comfortable silence after Victor's dramatic exit, but Elyra found herself unable to focus on anything.Not the investigation.Not the stolen records.Not the mystery surrounding Zevarion's family.Her thoughts kept returning to one thing.Him.Which was becoming a serious problem.She sat in the library with an open book in front of her, pretending to read.Pretending very badly.After staring at the same page for nearly ten minutes, she finally sighed and closed the book."You're not reading."Elyra jumped slightly.She looked up.Zevarion stood in the doorway.Of course.It was becoming ridiculous how easily he found her now.A faint smile appeared on his lips."I was.""You haven't turned a page."Traitor.She narrowed her eyes."You watch me too much."His expression softened."Yes."The answer came so naturally that her heart immediately betrayed her.Dangerous man.Zevarion walked inside and sat across from
I don't think I know how to let you go anymore.The words lingered between them long after Zevarion said them.Elyra couldn't move.Couldn't speak.Couldn't even look away.Because nothing about those words felt casual.Nothing about them felt temporary.The warmth of his forehead against hers, the steady pressure of his hand holding hers, the quiet certainty in his voice.....it all felt real.Dangerously real.Outside, the rain continued to fall softly against the windows.Inside, the world seemed to narrow until only the two of them remained.Zevarion slowly lifted his head.Not far.Just enough to look directly into her eyes.His expression had changed again.Softer than she had ever seen it.No walls.No distance.No carefully controlled indifference.Just him.And somehow that vulnerability affected her more than anything else ever had."Elyra," he said quietly.The way he spoke her name made her heart ache.Not painfully.Warmly.Like home.She swallowed softly."Yes?"A faint
“You keep reaching for me too.”The words settled softly between them while Elyra’s fingers remained wrapped lightly around Zevarion’s wrist.Neither moved.The fire crackled quietly beside them while rain tapped against the windows, surrounding the room with warmth and silence.And suddenly......everything between them felt dangerously fragile.Because they were no longer pretending this was only attraction.Not anymore.Elyra slowly looked up at him, her heartbeat painfully uneven.“I think we passed the stage of denying things,” she whispered softly.A faint pause followed.“Yes.”The calm certainty in his voice shook her again.God.He accepted this so openly now.Like fighting his feelings had stopped mattering completely.Zevarion’s thumb brushed lightly against the inside of her wrist where she held him.Tiny movement.Still enough to send warmth through her chest instantly.“You know what’s terrifying?” Elyra murmured quietly.“What?”“You always seem so certain.”His gaze so
The sitting room felt warmer than the rest of the estate.Or maybe it only felt that way because Zevarion stood too close again.Close enough that Elyra could feel his presence before he even touched her.And lately......he always touched her.The rain outside softened into a quiet drizzle while firelight flickered across the room, casting shadows against the walls.Everything felt too intimate again.Dangerous.Elyra stared at him for a long moment after his question.Should it?The calmness in his voice unsettled her deeply.Because he truly didn’t seem worried anymore about people noticing them.About Victor seeing.About the staff whispering.About the way he constantly reached for her.Nothing.“You really don’t care what people think,” she whispered softly.A faint pause followed.“I care what you think.”God.The answer hit directly inside her chest.Every single time.He always said things that sounded simple but settled somewhere dangerously deep inside her.Elyra looked awa
By the time Elyra and Zevarion walked downstairs, the atmosphere between them had changed again.Subtly.But enough.Enough that anyone paying attention would notice.And unfortunately.....Victor always noticed everything.The broken lamp lay dramatically on the floor near the entrance hall while Damien stood beside it looking emotionally exhausted.Victor pointed immediately at the fallen lamp the second they appeared. “Before anyone accuses me, this was clearly unstable architecture.”Damien rubbed his forehead tiredly. “You walked directly into it.”“It attacked unexpectedly.”Elyra almost smiled despite herself.Almost.Because the moment Victor looked up properly and saw her beside Zevarion.....his expression changed instantly.Dangerous man.His eyes narrowed slowly.Then widened slightly.“Oh,” he murmured softly.Elyra immediately knew that tone.Absolutely not.Victor looked between them carefully like he was solving a puzzle in real time.Then.....“You almost kissed.”Sil







