(Sanya's POV)
Mira appears in my doorway half an hour later. The smirk on her face tells me everything I need to know.
That's the look she always wears when she's about to twist the knife already in my chest.
"You know," she says, leaning against the doorframe like she has all the time in the world, "Tyron used to love clowns when he was young. Maybe if you dress up as one, he'll change his mind about the divorce."
Then she walks away, laughing.
The sound echoes down the hallway. I sit there staring after her, my hands shaking at my sides, my heart pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat.
I've never felt so helpless in my life.
I go to the servants' quarters. That's where they keep the old costumes from pack celebrations, birthdays, festivals. I dig through boxes and trunks unti
