RAYNE
I stopped in front of Mira’s room, my heart doing a nervous little dance in my chest.
I didn’t know if I was walking into a trap or a breakthrough.
I knocked again, firmer this time. The door groaned on its hinges as it swung open.
Mira stood there, her hair loose now, framing her face. Her eyes were so puffy she looked like she’d been stung by a swarm of bees.
She didn't say a word, just turned around and shuffled back into the darkness of her suite.
I stepped inside, and the smell hit me instantly.
The heavy, stagnant scent of someone who hadn't opened a window or seen the sun in almost a week.
Clothes were thrown across the floor, half-eaten trays of food were rotting on the vanity, and the air tasted like grief.
Mira slumped onto her bed, face-planting into a pil
