MIRA
I didn’t sleep that night.
How could I?
My mind was spinning like a storm, full of ideas, full of fury, full of fire. I couldn’t stop thinking about Logan’s face, the way he had made a mockery of our trap. The way he had protected Nora like she was his whole world.
I hated her.
And I hated him for making her feel like she mattered. But I wasn’t going to strike with rage again.
No.
I had done that before, and failed.
This time, I would use something stronger.
Strategy.
By sunrise, I had called Eric to my private sitting room. We sat across from each other, a hot pot of tea between us. I didn’t touch mine. I was too focused on what was forming in my mind. Pieces… puzzle pieces falling into place.
Eric was watching me, waiting for me to speak first. And I did.
“Their strength
