Elora’s POV
The hallway was empty as only my footsteps could be heard, and the rhythm of my heart too. I kept telling myself, don’t expect anything, don’t be stupid. Still, some cracked-off piece of me was hoping Dominic would be there. Not because he cared. Please, the guy’s obsession with Mira is legendary. It was like something in him always snapped when Mira appeared.
The second I pushed the door open, it was like I forgot how to breathe as I stayed still for a moment.
And there’s Mira. Not just hanging around or pretending to tidy up. Nope. She’s curled up against Dominic like she's been there forever, her head on his chest, both of them so neatly slotted together, it made me want to puke. His arm draped around her, not too tight, just... possessive enough. Message received, loud
