A Pact with the Enemy

Vera

Elira brushed past me, her shoulder grazing mine as though I were nothing at all. Her calm expression burned hotter than any verbal insult could.

My body instantly trembled with rage, my breath heavy. My fists clenched so tightly my nails cut into my palms. How dare she live? Who does she truly think she is? That stupid girl—walking into Wane’s life, stealing his heart, calling herself Luna as if she belongs here.

My chest tightened; fury twisting deep inside ...