Mia stood at her bedroom window, watching the moon rise over the mansion's gardens. She couldn't sleep, not with the text from James burning in her mind and the memory of the three-way battle between Selen, Olivia, and Eleanor playing on repeat.

A soft knock at her door made her jump.

"Who is it?" she called quietly.

"It's me," Harry's voice came through the door. "Can I come in?"

Mia quickly smoothed her hair and opened the door. Harry stood there in casual clothes – jeans and a simple ...