NORA
The wait was agonizing.
Eric had left to fetch Selene, leaving the rest of us in thick, suffocating silence. My pulse hammered as I stood there, my cheek still stinging from Sylvester’s slap. Every second stretched endlessly, but I refused to look weak. I couldn’t.
Mira shifted where she sat on the floor, resting her head against Sylvester’s leg. Her fingers toyed with the hem of her dress, her lips curled in the faintest smirk.
She was too confident.
I could feel it radiating off her like a sickening perfume. A gnawing unease settled in my chest.
I glanced at Sylvester. His expression was unreadable, his jaw set, his golden eyes locked on nothing in particular. But his body was rigid, tense.
Waiting.
Mira suddenly sighed, her voice lilting with fake concern.
“Oh, Nora,” she murmured, “I re……
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