I and Zane's home

Cyra signed the document and paid before the woman handed her an energy cube for the aircraft.

The woman left with a hover car, which was kept in the cargo hold of the aircraft. Cyra turned to Zane and Viktor who had been waiting on the side.

Viktor couldn’t help but grow shy under her gaze, stammering out a greeting. “Good… morning.”

Hearing his own hesitant voice, he stared down at his feet, silently cursing himself for being useless.

He had finally won her over, yet now he couldn’t even string a proper sentence together—his heart pounding hard in his throat in her presence.

Cyra squinted against the sunlight, retrieving a pair of sunglasses from her space and slipping them on. She walked toward them, stifling a yawn as she went.

‘’Morning…is everyone ready?’’ Cyra said as she ruffled his bouncing curls, her fingers lingered on his face before she withdrew it.