AYRA’S POV
I turned to glance at the glass door of my office for what felt like the hundredth time today. Still no sign of him. My eyes moved to the clock—again. Quarter past nine. Where is he? This was so unlike Caspian. He was many things—arrogant, insufferable, and self-centered—but he was never late.
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