CHAPTER 26: Mirabella's POV
The faint clink of glassware woke me before my alarm ever had the chance. For a second, I lay there, eyes half-closed, listening, the quiet hum of the fridge, distant city noise filtering through the window and the unmistakable sound of someone in the kitchen.
Eliana. It had to be.
I shoved off the covers and padded barefoot into the hallway, tugging my oversized T-shirt down my thighs. But the moment I turned the corner into the kitchen, my pulse stuttered to a halt.
It wasn’t Eliana.
Dominic.
Sitting at the island, legs casually crossed, drinking orange juice straight from a glass like this was his damn apartment. Like breaking in was just part of his morning routine.
“What. The. Fuck.” My voice was sharp, groggy but laced with fury. “Are you insane? H
