Divorced Mate: Now Untouchable
Aria’s POV
“That’s great news, Aria. You finally came to your senses.”
Mira’s voice crackled through the moonstone crystal. I pictured her easily. Curly hair, ink-stained fingers, eyes that always looked like they were chasing the next idea.
I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the blank wall where Lycus’s cloak usually hung.
“You’ve hidden long enough,” she said. “A Sigil Weaver of your skill, wasting away as a scribe in the Vane Hall? Pathetic.”