Mira pov
The night was silent, yet I couldn’t find peace.
I rolled onto my side, then onto my back, then onto my stomach, but sleep refused to come.
My mind was a battlefield of thoughts, conflicting and troubling, clashing against one another. The dead prisoners haunted me. Their lifeless eyes, their untouched bodies, their inexplicable deaths.
“How were they even killed?”
Nothing made sense. The prisoners had no wounds, no signs of struggle, no poison detected in their bodies. It was as if something had just… taken their lives without a trace.
A shiver ran down my spine.
Then my thoughts drifted.
To them.
Lucian. Kai. Rowan. Damien.
I hated how much I thought about them. How much I worried about them.
It had been easier when I only had one purpose—to avenge my mother.
I came
