*Mira*

“How could you not hate me?” I asked, my voice hoarse, barely holding back the wave of emotions threatening to overwhelm me.

Zeke, or Joshua—met my gaze calmly and replied, “Because the person you were plotting to approach and to assassinate, was Zeke Sterne. But I… I’m just Joshua.” He paused, then asked softly, “When did you figure out who I really was?”

I looked up at him and let out a bitter smile. “Honestly, even up until just now, I ...