Elora’s POV
The throne room emptied in the blink of an eye. I just sat there, blinking, letting the noise melt into a dull ache between my ears. Eventually, I hauled myself upright. Dominic followed suit.
“I’ll check on Mira,” he muttered, not looking at my face, already halfway out the door.
Something bitter twisted in my chest, but I ignored it. I didn’t bother saying anything. Not even a look. Heaven knows I wasn't jealous or anything. I've just had enough to continue caring.
He left in a hurry, a big dramatic sweep of his cloak and all that. Gave the room a chill. Supposed to make things easier? I was not buying it.
Dante, though. He hung back near the doorway, arms folded, kinda giving off that loyal pack member persona, but somehow…less pathetic. He didn’t say a word, but some
