Mia’s POV

I stood there long after Lyre stormed off.

The sound of her boots faded down the hallway, but the sting of her words stayed.

“Don’t even think of touching me.”

I exhaled, dragging a hand down my face. “What did I even do to her?” I muttered under my breath.

Orion shifted beside me, scratching the back of his neck. “Well… you did try to assassinate a king in her palace.”

I shot him a glare, and he wisely shut up.

Reinhardt, who’d been leaning casually on his spear ...