Mirabella's Pov

The tension in the air is brewing hot as we avoid each other, the silence between us deafening. It's been days since our argument, and the distance between us feels like an insurmountable chasm.

Another day passes and the silence still remains.

I walk down the stairs and he’s there, at the foot of the stairs, his mouth positioned as though he wishes to speak to me.

I don’t want to talk to him. I turn back around and run back into my room, locking the door behind ...