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The Norman family's mansion was filled with a heated conversation despite the cold evening. Mira, daughter of Mr.Pedro Norman, was on her knees, crying and begging her father for mercy. "Papi, please, please, please do not do this; everything was an error," With a heartbreaking expression, Mira wept, her brown eyes swollen from the flood of tears that had filled them since this morning. Her fair skin suddenly turned pink, and her dark, coarse hair was disheveled.

Miram straightened her back and stood up right. "The answer to that is very simple." She walked up to Mia, lowered herself to her height and pressed her mouth close to Mia's ear, "I want you to suffer." Mia's heart sank, "I suggest you make it quick because you never know what will happen in the next few seconds." Miram moved away from her and smiled, "oh I know." Mia looked up at her, "you'll be chained and I'll make you beg and wish that I take your life." A satisfied look adorned her face as she stared into space, "you see Mia, that's the thrill of it."

I had no idea exactly what reaction to expect from her, I had exactly no idea how I wanted her to react on hearing the news, but I didn’t expect the blank expression on her face as she stared back at me. I narrowed my brows and pulled her closer. “Is there a problem, Mira?” I asked as I pulled her close. “You don’t seem happy. Don’t you want to be mated to me? Aren’t you excited?” She shrugged her shoulders and pulled away from me. “I don’t know… Jeremy, u want to spend the rest of my life as your mate, I want to be with you and I am very excited that the obstacle is finally out. But…” she paused and walked over to stand in front of me one more time. “But I also do not want it to seem like I

Fear crossed Mira's face instantly. I told her Valentina had offered money — the kind we needed — and had asked for something in return. Mira went completely still. She knew me too well to wait patiently. "What did she ask for?" I stared at the floor for a moment. "She wants me to take her place in Alpha Derek's bed." Complete silence. Mira stared at me like I'd started speaking another language, then laughed once — short and disbelieving — because she genuinely thought I was joking.

I'm worried about you. Mira forced herself to type back. Mira: I'm fine. Just feeling sick. Took some medicine. Just need rest. Jems: Are you sure? I can come over right now if you need me. Mira: No! I mean, no, I'm okay. Just need to sleep. Jems: Okay. But text me if you need anything, okay? Anything at all. Mira: I will. What are you doing now? Jems: We're about to watch a movie! Me, Ethan, and Chris. Chris said he wanted to join us, which is kind of funny. Right now we're making snacks for the movie.

“I didn’t expect you to be the killer. It wasn’t enough that you killed your parents-in-law. Why did you have to kill my mother too?” I looked at the three of them. They all had the same reaction. I froze for a moment. How was that possible? A mirror was just a mirror. It showed whoever stood in front of it. How could it show my face no matter who looked into it? But their grief did not look fake. What was so strange about that mirror? How could it make my wife, my trainee, and my neighbor all believe I was the killer? “I didn’t kill your mother. It wasn’t me.”

"But it's worth it." --- The phone rang at midnight. Unknown number. Elena answered. "Elena." Mira's voice. Tired. Old. "I'm turning myself in." "Where?" "London. Tomorrow morning." "Why?" "Because I'm tired of running." "Same." "Will you come?" "To London?" "To see me. One last time. Before the trial." Elena was quiet. "I'll think about it." "That's more than I deserve." "Probably." The line went dead.

Mira raised her head, and looked at Ken with her arrogant face, "I can track where the traps are. They have underestimated me.” “They don't underestimate you. It’s a warning for something bigger than this. Did you forget they also have a witch? They set that trap because they knew, you would come here." "What should we do?!! Stay here and wait for them to attack?!” Mira pulled her hair. She couldn't take it anymore. She wanted to go in there and take that Dryad. To suck in her pure soul. She was very hungry. Nero shook his head. Mira was like a mad woman thirsting for blood.