Mira’s POV
The air was ice against my skin. Standing there, breathing slowly by that damn open window, eyes fixed on her...Elora. Gliding into Dante’s room like she owned it or something. I was supposed to be asleep, right? Curled up with Dominic, all safe and spoiled. Except, sleep took one look at the mess tonight and noped out the door. She hadn’t even realized I was listening, the i***t.
So I trailed her. Quiet, careful, heels not even cracking on the marble. Found her kneeling at Dante’s desk. Of course. Her hands were all over the letters I’d written, every word perfectly placed to ruin her. Yeah, Dante's betrayal, gift-wrapped by yours truly.
Can't lie, I grinned in the dark. Watching her try to piece it together, like stumbling through a maze I'd built just for her. She called h
