ZEPHYR
I took time off work to be with Lyla. After what happened last time, I couldn't bear the thought of leaving her alone, especially not when she was still recovering.
She was healing fine, her bruises had started to fade, and the purple around her eye was almost gone. The ribs were still sore, but they were better than before.
"Zephyr, seriously, I can walk just fine," she argued, her hands wrapping around my neck as I lifted her, the picnic basket slung over my arm.
I had planned a small picnic on the far side of the estate. I wanted her to see the open space, to get some fresh air, and just be outside, taking in nature.
The fresh air would do her good.
I didn't want her walking that distance, and it seemed pointless to drive when I could carry her.
"You seem perfectly conte
