Chapter 93: Nyra’s POV

Mirna shut the door behind us with a sharp thud, the kind that made the walls feel smaller. She didn’t move away from it, didn’t shuffle herbs or bark orders or demand Riven mop his muddy footprints. She didn’t even offer tea. She just stood there for a beat, staring at us like she was trying to decide where to even begin.

“Sit.” she finally said.

It wasn’t a suggestion.

We all obeyed, sinking into the mismatched chairs around her table. Roe slumped into ...