Mira's phone rang. Kieran.
She almost didn't answer. But Violet nodded, so she did.
"Can we talk?" His voice was careful, measured. "Let's get dinner."
Mira blinked. In the last three years—since Astrid—Kieran had never once asked her to dinner. Not for their anniversary. Not for her birthday. Not ever.
"Dinner," she repeated slowly.
"Yes. There are things we should discuss. I'll text you the address."
Her phone buzzed a moment later. But the address wasn't a restaurant.
It was Ravencrest Manor.
Violet saw her expression. "What?"
"He wants to 'talk' at the manor." Mira's laugh was brittle. "He's read the divorce papers. This is strategy."
"You don't have to go."
"I know." But curiosity was a sharp hook. What exactly did Kieran think was going to happen?
