*MIRA’S POV*

I turned my attention back to Trae, our gazes locking. The love we shared was undeniable, yet his fear of my fragility threatened to disrupt the very prophecy that had brought us together.

“What was that all about?” he questioned as he and Jane approached me when their dance was over.

“I’m really tired,” I replied. “Can we talk about it on our way back to our tent?”

“Tired!?” Jane exclaimed. “But the night ...