MIRABEL POV.
Honestly? Having Silas in my school wasn’t the nightmare I thought it would be.
It was kind of fun.
Sure, he and Damian kept throwing sarcastic remarks at each other every five minutes, but at least they weren’t actively trying to kill each other. Yet. That was a win in my book.
And for once, my day felt… normal.
I laughed more than I had in a while, caught up with Silas in between classes, and actually enjoyed the easy routine of school. Even Damian—who usually acted like sitting through a lecture was some form of personal betrayal—was more tolerable than usual.
I was in the middle of one of those long, dragging afternoon lessons, absently twirling my pen between my fingers, when—
It happened.
One second, I was present. Grounded. Listening to the muffled hum of my tea
