ZEVIAR
It's been two weeks.
Two f*****g weeks since I last saw her.
I told myself it was necessary. That distance would give me clarity, help me think past the pull of the bond and make rational decisions about what came next.
I told myself a lot of things.
But none of them were true.
I leaned back in my chair, staring at the stack of reports on my desk without actually seeing them. Financial projections. Territory disputes. Council briefs. All of it blurred together into meaningless noise.
Because all I could think about was her. The way she'd looked at me in that clearing before Orion showed up. The way her body had fit against mine when I'd caught her. The way her vanilla scent had wrapped around me and refused to let go.
"You're being an i***t," Zayn growled.
“I'm being prac
