Misa sank down on her bed, slipping her legs under the covers. She leaned her back against the headboard. The wood was cold through her satin night gown. With a sigh, Misa stared down at her hands to think. Just to think about everything that had happened in the meet.
They had failed. Dread was piling up on her by every second. She had no idea how the night would play out, but she hadn’t thought Nisha would be able to escape with nothing more than a slap on her wrist. Signing the treaty. What kind of punishment was that?
It angered Misa. She had no idea anything could make her seethe more than her parents. But it angered her. It angered her that Royle was trapped in the past because Nisha stole everything he had. It angered her that Nisha could laugh, smile, and pretend to be
