[Ezra]
“Out,” I said, walking into the changing room where Xanthea was getting dressed.
The four staff who helped Xanthea get ready for the evening instantly bowed their heads and rushed out of the room as though they feared I might rip out their hearts if they failed to follow my order even by a second.
I had changed into a navy three-piece suit. I knew I would outshine every man in the room, even in casuals. But I had to look superior not to steal the show, but to add to Xanthea’s shine.
The sun in the mortal realm had to be in its full glory so that when the moon borrowed its light at night, it could outshine every other star in the dark sky.
And my moon stood before the floor to ceiling mirror with her gaze held low. She was partially dressed, yet—
There was a subtle, dreamy glow
