~Valeria~
The knock on my bedroom door came exactly twelve hours after Zane's restaurant drama, which meant someone had been timing this little intervention for maximum effect.
I didn't even have to guess who it was. The controlled, measured tapping screamed Alerion Cassian.
"Come in," I called, not bothering to get up from where I was sprawled on my bed, staring at the ceiling like it might suddenly reveal the meaning of life.
The door opened with a royal military aura, and there he was. Tall, perfectly dressed despite it being Saturday morning, wearing that look of controlled disappointment that made me feel like a kid who'd been caught stealing sweets.
"We need to talk," he said, closing the door with a soft click that somehow sounded scarier than if he'd slammed it.
"Let me guess
