Mia turned her head, her gaze landing on the one who had called her.
There, not far behind her, stood a girl bathed in sunlight—like she belonged in a painting rather than the real world.
Her silvery-white hair glistened under the soft golden rays, cascading smoothly down her back like woven threads of moonlight.
Crimson eyes gleamed with calm curiosity, and her uniform, neat and flawless, hugged her curvaceous figure like it was tailored for her and her alone.
Amelia Everhart.
Mia recognized her instantly.
Arawn's—
No… Cassius's fiancée.
The girl who would, in another version of this twisted world, betray him. Just like her own husband had betrayed her in her last life.
'Another beautifully wrapped dagger.'
The thought was enough to make her nauseous.
Her brother… Cassius had always been someone who bore pain in silence. Who bled behind closed doors and smiled like nothing was wrong.
