The air grew cold as the door creaked wider, and there stood Mira.
Her arms were crossed, eyes sharp as blades. Her face didn’t give anything away, but there was something about the way her lips curled slightly, like she was enjoying this.
It was always her, and she always acted like she knew something.
I froze, clutching the fur blanket tighter around my chest. My breath came out ragged and shaky as my heart hammered in my chest. Logan’s body was stiff beside me, muscles tense, a deep growl rumbling from his throat.
Did she see us?
Or did she just walk in, thinking it was empty?
Mira’s eyes flicked between Logan and me. She didn’t flinch. Instead, her gaze was heavy, burning into my skin like fire. I could feel Arabella shifting inside me, uneasy, nervous.
“Looks like I’m interrupt
