MIRA
I was beyond pissed off as I stomped through the stone corridors toward my quarters, and the sheer injustice of it was making my blood boil. Sienna had been the one to walk in and start throwing insults, and she had definitely been the one who tried to slap me. I had only defended myself, but Lucian had walked in and looked at me like I was some kind of monster. I was talking to myself as I turned a sharp corner, my hands waving in the air as I replayed the scene.
“Biased, arrogant, stubborn asshole,” I muttered, my voice echoing off the walls. “He sees exactly what he wants to see, and he wants to see me as the villain. It’s easier for him that way, isn't it? Much easier than admitting his precious Sienna is a lying…”
I didn't finish the sentence because I slammed right into a so
