MIRABEL’S POV.
“Mirabel!” a voice called out.
I turned to see Silas striding toward me, his expression bright with an all too familiar grin. He threw an arm around my shoulders, squeezing me.
I frowned at his unusually cheerful mood. “What is going on? Why are you so happy?”
Silas tilted his head, feigning offense. “Oh, wouldn’t you like to know? You have been so busy with them that I might as well not exist.”
I blinked. “What? That’s not true—”
“Don’t deny it, Mira,” he cut me off, his smile turning playful, but something about it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You used me to make your mates jealous, and now that they want you, you have completely forgotten about me.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but he kept going.
“You know, people used to ship us together?” He chuckled, shaking
