“Neria…”

“Lyraen.”

Xavier raises an eyebrow at my tone. “What?”

I close my eyes and fall onto the edge of his bed, regrettting even saying anything. “Neria… it’s not my name.”

He just lets out a breathless laugh. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m not here for a fucking maid position.” After a few moments I finally flick my green eyes to his warm brown ones. His expression is...