Eleanor's POV
"What is starting, Alexander?" My voice was sharper than I intended, laced with a mix of curiosity and fear. Alexander's eyes remained fixed on the screen of his laptop, his jaw clenched as he processed whatever information had just come through. The room felt heavy with unspoken words, the air thick with tension.
"Mira is happening," he finally said, his voice a low growl as he kissed his teeth in frustration. His fingers clicked rapidly on the keyboard, his focus intense.
"Mira is happening?" I repeated, my patience thinning. "How?"
He sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair before placing both hands on his face, a gesture that conveyed the weight of what he was about to say. "Sisi is dead," he said, his voice strained. "That's what my source just told me. She fell from the top of her house."
