Mira’s POV
This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.
I just stood there, frozen at the edge of Dominic’s bed, staring at his pale face, the chest that barely moved. He hadn’t said a word to me since he collapsed. Not even a flinch when I touched his arm, nothing when I bent down and whispered right into his ear like an i***t. Ghosted, basically, by a guy who couldn’t even open his eyes.
But Elora... he finds his voice for her.
“Elora,” he managed to croak, lips all dry, voice like he had swallowed sandpaper. Not my name. Not even close.
I was right there. I heard every syllable. I was relieved again and again till it hurt. I wanted to scream, shake him, grab his chin, and force him to look at me the way he used to, the way he swore he always would.
Instead, I swallowed my scream a
