Elena’s POV:
Mira.
The name tore from my throat in a raw, broken sob as I lunged toward the guards. My vision blurred with unshed tears, my breath a frantic gasp as I gripped the iron bars separating me from her lifeless form. Her body showed obvious signs of torture which meant she died painfully.
"You killed her!" My voice cracked, shaking with disbelief. "You wicked souls, the moon goddess will judge you all." I cried out painfully unable to bear the pain I felt.
The guards barely spared me a glance. One of them—tall, broad-shouldered, with the cold indifference of a man who had seen too much—nudged Mira’s body with the toe of his boot. A final insult.
Something inside me shattered.
I tried to push past them, to reach her, to hold her one last time, but a rough hand shove
