YELENA

After I told her everything, Nyra just stared at me, her brows lifted slowly, her lips parting a little. “Really? That happened?”

“Yes,” I said simply because there was nothing more to say.

She held my gaze for a second longer, like she was trying to read my face, trying to see if I was hiding something. Then she leaned back. Her face changed.

She looked… almost pleased.

“Well,” she said, brushing it off with a small shrug, “he deserved it. What he felt is nothing ...