~LENORA'S POV
He lifted his palm toward me, "Then come," he said. "Let me show you something that isn't my brother's."
I looked at his hand for only a second before placing mine in it.
His warm fingers closed around mine, and the world turned dark around me.
The moment we stepped into Zephyr's room, I felt the difference.
Where Lucian's chamber was all blue towering stone and authority, Zephyr's carried warmth.
Deep wine-colored drapes framed the tall windows, their fabric heavy and rich against the walls. Golden accents lined the edges of shelves and furniture, catching the light in quiet glints.
A low table near the seating area held an open bottle of dark red wine and a single untouched glass beside it.
It felt indulgent.
It felt like him.
"You drink alone?" I asked, glancing toward the bottle as he moved past me.
"Sometimes," he replied. "It helps me think."
"You think?"
He looked over his shoulder, unimpressed. "Careful, little Dove."
