SHAWN
I watched Miranda struggle to rise from the bed, her small hand clutching at her chest as if trying to hold her heart inside her ribs, and I felt nothing. Absolute nothing.
Well, except for a simmering, insane anger that threatened to boil over again.
She had messed up my life, walking into my world only to turn it into a graveyard. How could she have been so reckless as to release those photos without my consent?
Wasn’t she supposed to be intelligent enough to grasp the catastrophic consequences? To understand that Elara wasn’t some peasant housewife anymore?
Did she honestly think the Vikings would take this lying down? Did she mistake their silence for unraveling, or think that Elara’s "Queen of Tech" moniker was just empty branding?
I watched her with a mounting sense o
