Novel & Cerita Mei X Miriam

But he was still supposed to inform me that he was travelling. “Yeah,” I nodded. “I had a lot in my mind that I forgot. You know Kieran, he is always travelling.” She forced a smile and stretched out her hand to shake me. “I'm Mira,” she introduced. Mira? As in Mira, Kieran's secretary. The only woman who can look into Kieran's burning eyes and not get burnt. “Wow,” I said, taking her hand. “It's a pleasure to finally meet you.”

For several seconds, she simply stared. Then tears filled her eyes. "It really is you." Her voice trembled. "My little moon..." The words sent a chill through me. She was using the same name my mother had used in her letters. Kael didn't lower his sword. "Who are you?" The old woman slowly lifted both hands where everyone could see them. "My name is Miriam." "I was Elena's healer." Lyra gasped. "Miriam?" The old woman looked at her. "You remember me."

But it made me smile, enough Meira relaxed and sat again. "I've just had a bad day," I said. "I wanted to fill you in." And I did, Sassafras helping, while my sister, so mature, so much more at ease with her position than I was, nodded sagely before sitting again and steepling her hands in front of her. "Talking to Mom is out of the question, considering what you told me." Meira stared down at the surface of her desk while she pondered. "Agreed." Sassafras leaned against me, purr now silent. "Miriam's ties to the Council power have rendered her useless to us."

“Well, this is interesting.” Miriam chuckled as she looked me over. “It seems Mab has sent us a gift. Don’t worry sweetheart, your memories will return soon enough. Fae portals are a bitch on the mind.” “That’s a relief.” I sighed, a weight I hadn’t realized I had been carrying, lifting from my shoulders. “Who exactly are you two?”

“Adrian.” Adrian’s shoulders tightened. “Director Darius.” Darius’s gaze shifted to me like a camera focusing. “And this must be Mira.” Not a question. “Hello,” I managed. “It’s nice to finally meet the young woman who’s turned my inbox into a circus,” he said warmly. Heat rose under my skin. “I didn’t—” “Leave her out of it,” Adrian cut in. “Of course,” Darius said, palms-out innocence. “I’m simply observing. The public is… invested.”

She was really fearless. “ Look here, Mr. Liam Kings. I don’t know what makes you think you can walk in here with your father and impose a marriage on me. You maybe the most powerful, richest man in the country, but I’ve got some power of my own and I will never –ever let you have your way in this matter.” She says looking at Liam in the eye. He looked undisturbed, like he knew he was going to win. Emilia had to look away because, the more she looked into his eyes, the more she felt herself being trapped by them.

Pack leadership that had seen disruption and had responded to it the only way they knew how, with medication and restriction and the particular kind of management that gets called protection when it is actually containment. Less malicious than Mensah. Not less damaging. Miriam was working both territories simultaneously with the focused intensity she brought to everything. Cross referencing. Finding the threads. Adding names to the record one by one. She found three names in the first adjacent territory in the seventh month. Two women and one man. All historical. All in the permanent record now with whatever Miriam had been able to piece together about their lives alongside the fact of what

Miriam, right? " Yes. " So, Miriam... - I start, settling in the chair and placing myself closer to her. Only a small wooden table separates us. " My name is Ana Silver. I am a delegate in the Women's district. And I am the mother of the child who is… - I clear my throat, forcing a pause - missing. She widens her eyes. I understand despite her attempt at disguising it.

I answer, knowing with every fiber in my bones I’m right. “Micha and I are going to be so outnumbered.” Liam complains, kissing my cheek with a smile. “What was it you wanted to discuss?” He continues after a second, and I swallow. “You know the spy-witch I met with in the forest some time ago?” I ask, and he nods seriously as the air pops and Micha suddenly stands on the other side of the office table. “Mama!” He says, pointing at the door. “Mimi owie.” He can’t say Mirage, and he must have felt my aura in here. A second later one of the nannies hurries in, her eyes frantic.

One wrong word and there would be one less Elder in the hall! “A few minutes ago,” the oldest Elder here responded. She was an aged woman with hair full of gray hair and eyes that reflected deep pools of wisdom. Seeing her step up, many of the elders sighed silently in relief. And why was that? Well, this elder was called Elder Miriam. And she was no ordinary elder. She was one of Magma’s teachers! Magma only had two teachers his entire life, and Elder Miriam was one of them. She was the only one amongst the elders who knew Magma better than he even knew himself. And Magma respected her so much that there was no way he would ever harm her. In fact, she was the only one who would never be afr