Chapter 118

Mirage POV

I hadn't planned to see her like this.

Three years of distance, of forcing myself to forget the shape of her lips and the heat of her skin-and here she was, across the table, calm as ever. The moment my eyes landed on Viona, I felt the weight of my self-control wobble, as though all the discipline I had spent carving into myself had been nothing more than sand.

She was more beautiful now. Or maybe it wasn't beauty-maybe it was the fact that I'd been starved of her ...