MIRA'S POV
A sharp knock sounded against my door just as I finished untying the leather straps from my wrist guards.
I froze.
No one visited my quarters this late.
Another knock followed. Slower this time. Deliberate.
“Who is it?” I asked, already moving toward the door.
“It’s Reis.” He called out and once I heard that, my hand stopped halfway to the latch.
Every muscle in my body tightened.
Reis? At my door.
We had actually spoken just a while ago about what would bring him to my door so quickly. I thought.
I pulled it open anyway.
He stood in the corridor exactly the way he always did straight-backed, controlled, impossible to read. But something about him felt different tonight. Quieter. Less like a command and more like a decision.
“Yes?” I asked carefully.
His gaze swept
