Lena’s POV
I watched my mom gaze around her in wonder. “I have never been on a helicopter before.”
“Now you can, mom. This one belongs to Zephyrus.” I couldn’t help but feel proud of my mate. He seemed to read my mind and held my gaze longingly. I knew what was going on in his mind. It was the same thing that was now causing butterflies to flutter in my stomach. For the first time in years, I felt relieved, and relaxed, as if a load was taken off my shoulders.
“Now I have a lot to do after wasting twenty years of my life in a prison cell. First, I want to see the home your dad and I built here in Lucania. It was our dream house! Did you live there, Lena?” I hesitated to tell her the truth. It was so bitter, I knew it would upset her to know where I had spent my childhood. But she woul
