Elora’s POV
As I sat in the room, I couldn't help but sigh. Mira had been taken into our chambers and I was put out by Dominic. What Luna is Cha sed out of her room?
I could still picture Dominic’s face, hard as old iron, mouth thin when I so much as mentioned how Mira got poisoned. His words were like little knives, slicing into me.
“You want my mate to die, Elora?”
Yeah, sure, pin it on me. Like I had cursed her. Like the universe put me here to watch Mira flail about, wilt away. Absolutely not dramatic at all, right?
Except I couldn’t get the way Mira grabbed her stomach out of my head. Her cries are just a smidge too shrill. Too perfect. Snake behavior. Slinking in, softening up the act so she could wind tighter around him. And it worked. Of course it worked. Now, there she was,
