ROOSEVELT'S POV

"It's forty-eight hours, Ms. Evans. Nixie can watch Lorna." Zyran spoke up mis-interpreting my silence, but I didn't correct him.

I didn't want him to notice that I was rather glad. I turned around and stormed out of his office.

At exactly eight o'clock. I walked up the stairs of Zyran's private jet. I wore comfortable black leggings and

a thick gray sweater. I had kissed Lorna goodbye an hour ago, leaving her happily painting with Nixie.

I stepped into the luxurious cabin. Zyran sat in a wide leather seat near the window, dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt. He looked breathtakingly handsome, but didn't glance my...