"Mira!" A familiar voice called.
Mira stirred, her body shifting beneath the sheets, but she didn't wake.
Not fully.
Sleep clung to her, heavy and deep, her limbs still weighed down from the night before—from him.
A knock sounded at the door.
Sharp.
Impatient.
The person didn't wait.
The door swung open.
Mira jerked upright instantly, her breath catching as her hands scrambled for the sheets, dragging them up to cover herself.
Heat rushed to her cheeks as she clutched the fabric tightly to her chest.
Amara stood at the door.
Unimpressed.
As always.
"My lady," she said, dipping into a shallow bow.
"Mira."
The voice again.
Faint.
Soft.
Like a whisper threading through her thoughts.
Mira frowned slightly, her gaze drifting for a se
