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Chapter 17

"The name's Hephzephyriel Sar Harshmint." She broke him out of his own head, still not slowing her pace. "Hephzephyriel's the first name. If you succeed and get a white [Holy Armor]—" She tugged at her bodysuit as she said 'armor'. "—Then, just 'Zephyr' or even 'Zeph' is acceptable."

Glancing back at him over her shoulder, her eyelids momentarily cloak and then uncloak her golden left eye as she winks at him. "And who knows, if you look as tasty as I predict when you come back then you might just get the chance to call me 'Zee' as we mingle beneath the sheets."

"…" Cassian's face remained expressionless since he frankly did not know how to feel in that moment. 'All the women I have come across so far since crossing over are all intense in some shape or form. Will the men be the same?' He thought.

"You… you just thought of something rude, did you not?" She asked, not bothering to look back this time.