“Elara,” Mira said, snapping her fingers in front of my face, “you’ve been staring at the same page for ten minutes. Either the book is enchanted, or you’re hopelessly in love.”
I blinked, my cheeks warming as I realized I hadn’t read a single word. The letters blurred together, forming nothing but Kael’s eyes. His voice. His warning.
Shaking my head, I shut the book a little too quickly. “I’m not in love.”
Mira smirked, leaning back in her chair. Her hair fell over her shoulder as she gave me that knowing look—the one she always wore when she thought she’d caught me in a lie.
“Then what is it? You’ve been drifting all week. You look like you’re carrying around some tragic secret. And don’t tell me it’s homework.
I forced a laugh, though it sounded weak even to my ears. “It’s not what
