Mira's POV
Sleep didn't come easy that night.
Every creak of the penthouse, every gust of wind outside made me flinch. I kept thinking about that message. Those seven words that refused to leave my head.
I had deleted it. I cleared it from my phone like it never existed, but I could still see the words when I closed my eyes.
The next morning, I tried to act normal. I made coffee and folded the sheets, not waiting for the housekeepers to get it done for me. I pretended the world was fine. But the truth was, every sound made my pulse spike. Every time the elevator dinged, I thought something was about to happen.
By noon, I was pacing again. I was pacing a lot these days.
The guards outside the door barely looked up, but I noticed they were on edge too. Their hands kept brushing over their weapons more often than usual.
Something was off. I could feel it in the air, heavy and tense like the sky before a thunderstorm.
