Elowen

I grabbed my most expensive, fancy black clutch purse from the bed, checked my dark red lipstick one final time, and clicked my heels against the floorboards as I walked out of my bedroom.

I opened the front door of the apartment and stepped out into the hallway, expecting to find him leaning against the wall in his usual slouch.

Instead, my breath choked right in my throat.

Zephyr was standing near the elevator, completely dressed in a tailored black suit.

Holy shit.

I stopped dead in my tracks, my fingers tightening on my purse as my eyes involuntarily raked over him.

The sharp, immaculate cut of the dark...