Every eye remained on her, frozen.
Mira’s chest rose and fell unevenly as she struggled to steady her breathing. The heat beneath her skin hadn’t faded—it lingered, crawling under her flesh like something alive, something restless.
The silence stretched out—thick and unnatural.
"Everyone get out" Evren ordered. “The meeting is over. Mira Sterling remains by my side.”
No one objected.
They didn’t dare.
Chairs scraped softly against the marble floor as Alphas and Lunas rose one after the other, their movements stiff, reluctant. Their gazes lingered—curious, sharp, calculating.
Suspicion.
It clung to the air long after they began to file out.
Mira felt it.
Felt the weight of their thoughts pressing against her skin.
Karen was the last to leave.
Of course
