“Ma’am, expect a call from Master Zephyr.”
“What?!” I choke on my lunch, my fork slipping from my fingers and clattering onto the plate. My eyes widen in shock as my head snap toward Madam Adora.
“Yes,” she affirms with a small nod, her expression calm like she didn’t just drop a bombshell. “Right after you finish eating. Hold on to your phone in the meantime.”
I blink at her in silence, unable to form a response, my mind racing with thoughts.
Why does he want to call me? Can it be—no!
Did Selene already tell him we lied?
Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!! Oh my gosh!!!
“Mrs. Zephyr?” Madam Adora’s voice cuts through my spiraling thoughts, her brow lifting in subtle concern. “You’re not responding.”
I fumble for my glass of water, nearly knocking it over in my haste, and chug it down in one
