MIRA’S POV
My fingers had just brushed the handle when the voice came.
“What are you doing?”
It sliced through the silence like a blade.
Everything in me stilled.
I knew that voice… I knew it so, so well.
My pulse jumped before I could stop it, Old instincts surged— explain, retreat, survive.
I shut them down.
I closed my eyes briefly, steadying myself.
Then I turned.
Isaac stood a few steps behind me, his expression unreadable, but his eyes sharp.
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
Then I straightened.
By the time I fully faced him, I was calm again.
Cold and controlled.
“What does it look like?” I asked.
His brows pulled together slightly, clearly thrown off by my response.
“I asked you a question,” he said, though the firmness in his voice lacked.
“And I heard you,” I
