Mira Pov
Their footsteps faded, and the room fell into the kind of silence that made every little sound seem louder than it really was. I stood where he'd left me for another minute, my hand still resting on the doorknob. Part of me wanted to ignore him and follow anyway. That seemed to be becoming a habit. Instead, I shut the door. "One night," I muttered to myself. "I'm capable of behaving for one night." I wasn't entirely convinced.
The silver mark had faded until it was barely visible again, but every now, and then I could still feel a strange warmth beneath my skin, almost like someone had wrapped a blanket around my wrist.
I climbed back onto the bed, pulled my knees against my chest and stared out the window. The moon hung low above the forest, beautiful and quiet. Completely un
