MIRA
The sun had barely risen when we made our move.
The sky was painted in soft orange, calm and innocent, as if mocking the chaos we were about to unleash. I stood by the edge of the southern cliffside, the same place Selene came to train alone each morning. The ground was damp with dew, the sharp breeze biting into my skin, but I didn’t feel cold. I felt powerful. I felt ready.
Eric knelt beside Galen’s corpse, which we had dragged through the early darkness under cover of fog. His throat was still open, a deep, ugly s***h across his neck, dried blood clinging to his shirt. He reeked of death, but that wasn’t the part that unsettled me.
What unsettled me was how easy it was to make someone disappear. One moment he was a living traitor. The next, a body waiting for blame.
“Place it
