Mira Pov
For a moment, nobody moved. The guard's words seemed to settle over the room like something alive, wrapping around all of us and squeezing tighter with every passing second. "They're asking for the girl." Me. My stomach twisted as I looked from the guard to Rowan, expecting confusion or denial, but nobody looked surprised. If anything, they looked worried in a way that made my chest tighten.
The silence stretched until it felt unnatural, like the room itself had stopped breathing.
"Okay," I said finally, forcing my voice out. "Can somebody explain why everyone suddenly looks like they're attending my funeral?"
Nobody answered me, not Rowan, not the guard, not even the prisoner, and that silence made everything worse instead of better.
Rowan’s attention stayed locked on the g
