For some reason, the wine tasted bitter on my tongue, but I kept sipping it anyway while the goblet felt colder than usual in my hand, though it was not as cold as the deep pit forming in my chest.
"s**t," I muttered for the umpteenth time as I stood by the tall window of my chambers, watching the stars twinkle and dance in the night sky.
Because just like the night sky, my thoughts were a storm, dark and tangled as the duel between both girls replayed in my head like a stubborn wound refusing to heal.
It was Mira's arrogance against Kira's defiance, it was my betrothed against the woman who had stealthily stolen every ounce of sense I had left without her even trying. My mate.
‘Oh, you can now acknowledge her as your mate? Why? Because you saw she's way better than the supposed stron
