*MIRA’S POV*

“You see? How was that for romance? The chemistry between us was just dripping off of the walls…” I whispered sarcastically to Jane after Trae slammed the door behind him that morning. He didn’t even notice me or care to pay me any attention.

“So much for being his guests. Looks like we have to be escorted around like a bunch of inmates,” Jane huffed.

I had felt somewhat reassured after listening to Trae at the town hall ...