_Mira's POV_
The night was restless. I tossed and turned in bed, unable to find peace. My mind raced with thoughts of the witch and what she might tell me. Maybe it was the unfamiliar surroundings or the tension of being in the packhouse that kept me awake. Either way, when morning came, I felt like I hadn’t slept at all.
A sharp knock on my door startled me. I groaned and pulled the blanket over my head, willing whoever it was to go away.
“Mira, wake up,” Killian’s voice called out, firm and unrelenting.
“Go away, Killian!” I shouted back, my voice muffled by the blanket.
The knocking didn’t stop. If anything, it grew louder. “You know I’m not leaving until you open this door.”
I sat up, frustration bubbling inside me. “I’m up! Give me a minute!”
Grumbling, I dragged myself out of
