Zephyr's POV

The next time Jordan came over, he brought me flowers in a cheap vase that he set on the small table by the window.

"Thought you might like them," he said, not meeting my eyes. "It should brighten up the room."

I stared at the flowers, then at him.

This was new.

In the year I'd been here, Jordan had brought me books, the chess set, better food when I'd gotten sick but flowers? Flowers were personal. Flowers were...

"Thank you," I said carefully. "They're beautiful."

"Yeah, well." He moved in one spot. "Don't read too much into it. I just...the guy at the store said everyone likes...