I watched Mira walk away like she hadn’t just thrown a grenade into my life and strolled off to admire the wreckage.
That smirk stayed on her face too long. Deliberate. Satisfied. Like she knew exactly what she’d done and was pleased with the outcome.
“Tch."
My wolf paced violently under my skin.
Go after her.
End it.
Now.
I clenched my jaw and stayed where I was. Barely.
Every instinct I had screamed that she was enjoying this. That the tension between me and Jane wasn’t collateral damage, it was the point. Mira didn’t want to win fairly. She wanted to destabilize. To fracture. To make people react.
And damn it, it was working.
I took one step forward before a familiar figure blocked my path.
Geneva.
She planted herself directly in front of me, arms crossed, expression sharp
