MIRA
I watched Ronan walk away with a strange, lingering heat on the crown of my head where his hand had rested, and I was very confused. He was being more affectionate than usual, and it didn't make any sense given how much he had loathed me just a few days ago. I decided to forget about it for now because my head was already spinning from Lucian’s betrayal and Sienna’s games, and I just wanted to reach the safety of my quarters.
As I approached the maids' wing, the sound of hushed, sharp voices reached my ears. I slowed my pace, keeping my back to the stone wall as I listened.
They weren't even trying to be subtle.
"She's nothing but an attention seeker," one voice hissed. "Coming back here after all these years just to cause chaos in the pack. Does she really think we've forgotten
