"Are we doing this now, Virell?" A cloud of white vapor escaped her lips. Kael's jaw tightened. He was getting distracted again. By the jet-black hair falling over her shoulders. By those impossibly blue eyes. By the way she could stand there looking innocent when he knew better. He was the only one who knew her. Beyond the facade. Beyond the four-year disappearance. Beyond the walls she'd built around herself. Beyond her hatred for everyone. Beyond her hatred for him. And definitely beyond this insane attraction simmering between them. "Doing what, Ivanov?" she asked. A smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. There it is. The real Eira.