Mira turned her gaze toward him, her emotions in turmoil. For so long, she had imagined how she'd react to Zamian's return—maybe she'd act cold, indifferent, or even completely ignore him.
She'd played those scenes over and over in her head, thinking about how satisfying it would be to snub him after all this time. But now, standing in front of him, she couldn't keep it together. Instead of the aloof detachment she had rehearsed, her heart betrayed her. She was breaking down, and it was heartbreaking to realize how much she had longed for him. After all these months, he was only just now returning.
"Don't mind what I said…" she muttered, waving her hand dismissively, trying to suppress the flood of emotions that threatened to overwhelm her. She didn't want him to see how fragile she felt. Not now.
"Mira, if—" Zamian began, stepping forward, his voice full of concern.
