MIRA’S POVI walked beside Declan, my steps slow and my mind miles away. The image of Nova kissing Ronan was burned into my brain, replaying over and over like a cruel joke that I could not escape. I could still see the way she had thrown herself at him, the way she had wrapped her arms around his neck, the way she had pressed her lips to his. And I could still see the way Ronan had stood there, frozen, looking at me with guilt and pain in his eyes.I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. I wanted to run back to the garden and pull Nova away from him and tell her that he was mine. But I did none of those things. I kept walking, kept smiling, kept pretending that everything was fine.Declan, of course, noticed my distraction. He always noticed when I was hurting. It was one of his favorite things to exploit.“You seem troubled, Mira,” he said, his voice dripping with false concern. “Is something on your mind? Or perhaps someone?” He smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “You know, La
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