Elora’s POV
I was still clutching the shredded pieces of those forged letters...a real mess. Dominic’s stubborn denial just kept banging around my skull, refusing to leave.
Fine. If he wouldn’t listen, I would make him see. Somehow.
I couldn’t just go storming in, throwing dirt at Mira with nothing but a hunch. The guy was basically worshipping the ground she walked on. And running my mouth wouldn’t change anything. So… evidence. I would find it. Pick apart Mira’s little crew of liars and backstabbers, drag the whole cowardly lot into daylight. Maybe then Dominic would wake up.
I yanked my cloak tighter. The servant corridor was darker, stinking of soap and old sweat. Mira thought she was clever...sure, she was. But nobody schemes alone. There’s always at least one i***t in the secret.
