SYLVESTER
The wind whistled outside my window, but I didn’t hear it. I stood by the fire in my room, staring at the flames, lost in thought. The events of the past few weeks clung to me like a heavy cloak.
Selene’s death, Nora’s rejection, the war that never truly ended. Everything was a blur now. But through that blur, one thing stood out…Mira.
She was curled up on the couch near the window, a book in her lap, though her eyes weren’t reading. She was smiling..subtle, quiet, but there. A curve of the lips that didn’t belong in this moment. A strange sense of calm rested over her, like a predator after a satisfying kill.
I frowned and walked toward her. “What’s funny?” I asked softly, though there was no humor in my voice. She didn't see me coming, I didn't knock.
Mira blinked and look
