Ember's Pov
The next morning, I woke up with a throbbing headache, after tossing and turning all through the night.
I sat up straight in bed, throwing off my blanket, only to see that Mira’s side of the bedroom was devoid of her presence. Her bed was neatly laid and didn’t seem to hold a speck of dust.
“Clean freak,” I muttered under my breath with a small curve of my lips.
My gaze swept to the edge of the bed and as expected, there was a post-it-note.
I walked over to it and snatched it up, reading the contents aloud, “Had class, you better not mope.”
Scoffing mirthfully, I rolled my eyes and stuck the note on my bed side table, catching sight of the skull pin I’d stared at for a quarter of an hour last night before I slept.
It shone with a silver hue, dark and beautiful, a remind
