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“I want him to beg, Alex. I want him to look me in the eyes and see the woman he tried to break. I want him to fear me.” Alex nodded, his own resolve matching hers. “And he will, Mira. He’ll regret every moment he underestimated you. But we do this right. No mistakes, no rushing in blind.” Miranda took a deep, shaky breath, her tears slowing. She wasn’t just a victim anymore—she was a mother, a fighter, and she was ready to reclaim everything Aaron had stolen. “Let’s make him pay,” she said, her voice steady. Alex smiled grimly. “We will.”

On the way she had leaned into my touch, on the way she did not pull back and on the way she had looked at me like she was seeing me for the first time. She was changing. And I did not know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. “You are staring again.” Miranda’s voice cut through my thoughts. I turned to look at her and saw that she was still standing there with her arms crossed firmly on her chest. Her smile was gone and her eyes were cold. “What do you want, Miranda?” “I already told you. I came to play golf.” “You do not play golf.” “I can learn.” I laughed coldly amd said, “you had me followed.”

I pushed a hand back, telling them to stay where they were. Miranda was an old woman, but she looked like she used to be beautiful once. Her skin had wrinkled with age, but her kind smile remained. I had talked to her before-not a lot, but enough to be casual around each other. Miranda was in her late sixties and I'd known her since I was a little girl. She was one of the sweetest people I knew. It only made me wonder if she knew what happens inside this building. I braced myself, mind flicking between running and spinning a lie, but I was only confused when she spoke.

To take note, Miranda never called me for either simple brunch or snacks yet. In the lounge, I saw a dignified woman, probably in her late twenties, talking to Miranda. They were both facing the beautiful garden. so they didn't really see me coming. "This fated mate of the king, is she really a kid?" A kid?! "She's nineteen, so yeah, she is a kid!" Excuse me?! "What could the moon goddess be thinking? She wants Shadow Rock to fall into the hands of an imbecile wolfless queen?!" "Exactly my thought!" Miranda seconded, making my eyes squint. "Ms. Serena told me you already know what to do!"

Miranda stepped back and watched me closely, her eyes taking in every detail. The old hag looked to be in her late thirties, with dirty blonde hair and a few mean grey hairs. Yet I knew better. She was well over 400 years old. Sanity still in check. Late afternoon sun washed in from my open curtains, warming my back as Miranda prodded and poked my sides. She was looking for something she wouldn't find. There was never a physical sign that I was going over the edge. Everything was in my mind and it fucking sucked.

As she unintentionally tuned into what they were saying, her happiness drained away. “...didn’t you hear? She’s the one who’s shagging a student.” “No way!” “Yep. And he’s in his first year.” “God. I wonder how that works.” “Fuck knows. He’s probably got a massive dick or something. And you know the kind of stamina teenage boys have.” The sound of the kettle boiling drowned them out a little, but Miranda could still hear what they were saying. “I know but...he must feel like he’s going out with his mum.”

I bite at my fingernails instead of answering. --- POV: Kai Miranda wasn't surprised by any of us. Not when Nathan showed up angry. Not when Haley showed up asking. Every answer she gave sounded like she'd already rehearsed it for whoever walked through that door first. That's what stayed with me after we left. Not what she said. How ready she was to say it. I start with her name. Public records, old class photos, anything that puts a last name to a face. Miranda Cole. Twenty-one. No criminal record, no complaints, no reason she should even know Nathan's name.

She hadn’t cried after they argued and she hadn’t cried all day Friday when Lauren didn’t call to apologize and she wasn’t about to cry now. Lauren was not going to make her cry. Lauren was just a teeny tiny pathetic loser who still went around on her bike like a baby. She didn’t even have breasts yet. She was still a child. But Miranda was a woman, and she had a lover to prove it. Miranda carefully shaved her legs and underarms—she’d started doing so at the first hint of fuzz about a year ago, and she shaved every single day without fail. The idea of someone catching her with stubble on her legs was too embarrassing to contemplate.

She uttered softly. Choking back a sob, Bailey clutched onto the island walls until her knuckles grew white. “I love you too, bye.” She hung up, refusing to let tears roll down her cheeks, and then rushed into her side of the room. After which she washed up and dressed in a denim jumpsuit, wearing a tight-fitting shirt underneath. She pulled her hair up in a ponytail, applying light makeup before snatching her handbag. Standing in front of the floor-length mirror, she assessed herself; aside from her droopy eyelid neutralized by the eye shadow, her face appeared no older than a vibrant twenty-one-year-old with great hair and bright eyes.

The twenty seven years old woman with a mole on her chin smiled serenely gazing at Valen's facade. Poor girl, She had flashbacks of that day, and like any other time, she fainted in the end. Miranda, on the other hand, was cleaning the back of her palm before injecting in the syringe. She bit her lips as she can't even remember how many times she has been to this room for doing the same thing. Being in her mid thirties, she has seen this beautiful girl go through a lot of medical care than anybody else in her entire life.