Mireya’s POV I can feel cold sweat coming out of my palm. I should pull myself together. I have faced the Royal Council countless times before. This shouldn’t be new to me but I can’t help but feel nervous. “Fake it till you make it, Mireya,” I whispered to myself. “Fake it till you make it,” “Are you nervous?” My head snapped at Azrael. He was flashing a smug smile as if none of this bothered him at all. I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat and shook my head. “No,” I confidently responded. “Why would I be nervous? I faced the Royal Council countless times before. Gatherings aren’t new to me,” His gaze lingered. I saw how his lips stretched as his smile widened. What now? He thinks I’m lying? Well, I am but he wouldn’t know it. My brows furrowed when Azrael offered his arm. I stared at it completely clueless about what he wanted. “Take my arm,” he said. “I know you’re nervous Mireya. You don’t have to pretend in front of me,” When I didn’t move, he
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