The walk back felt longer than it should have.
Mira didn't rush, she tried not to think, tried not to focus on the heaviness in her chest.
If she did, she might turn around.
And she wasn't doing that.
Not this time.
He had hurt her too much, pushed her away far too many times.
He’d kissed her, and then called her a mistake. She drew her bottom lip in, as if biting it would be enough to hold back the tears.
By the time she reached the palace, her body trembled with a mixture of so hurt, it outweighed the anger.
Then her eyes locked on her.
Bianca walked towards her, a smirk on her lips.
Mira's eyes widened. Anger surged, then a deep, sharp feeling of betrayal.
"Lady Mira," Bianca greeted as she stepped past, her shoulder brushing Mira's—softly, intentional
