Dominic’s POV
Man, that morning dragged itself in like a hangover, sky all thick and sullen, clouds pressed down so hard it felt like the sun just gave up on us. Not like I slept anyway. Every time I closed my eyes, it was all over again. The flash of steel, Elora’s eyes gone wide, some i***t dead on the garden stones.
And that strip of silk...Mira’s silk. I could still feel it burning a hole right through my palm, even though I’d tucked it away like an addict hiding his stash. This was it, the thing I had been missing, blind as ever, while everything crept up and crashed down.
Weeks Mira spent wrapping me up in her poison, letting me doubt Luna, nearly tossing my own brother to the wolves. Last night, my silence nearly got Elora killed.
That was it.
Done.
By the time the elders adj
