MIRAThe hours after Isla left felt like an eternity. Every time a shadow moved across the floor, I jumped, convinced she was coming back to finish what she started. I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers tracing the sharp edges of the letter hidden in my skirt.Finally, the sound I’d been praying for hit the door. A soft, rhythmic series of taps.The signal.I scrambled to my feet, my hip giving a sharp twinge of protest, but I didn't care. I reached the door just as it cracked open. The guard slipped inside, but he didn't have his usual stoic look.He was sweating. His eyes were darting toward the hallway every two seconds like he expected a blade to come through the wood."You’re late," I whispered, holding out the letter with trembling hands."I almost didn't come at all," he said, his voice barely audible.He didn't take the paper right away. He just stood there, his hand hovering near his sword hilt, looking like he was ready to bolt."This is getting too dangerous, Mira. Way
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