Meanwhile, Miranda slipped into the backyard of the mansion, her heart still thundering in her chest. The echo of Lyra's sharp gaze lingered in her mind, gnawing at her nerves. She clenched her fists.
"When did that useless girl get so clever?" she hissed under her breath, struggling to shake off the unease Lyra had left behind.
If that stupid girl hadn't barged in during her search, Miranda was certain she would have uncovered something valuable in the study. She'd been close—combing through ancient scrolls and worn parchments, all hinting at secrets long buried. But then Lyra had shown up, all wide-eyed and watchful, ruining everything.
"Had she come in even a minute later," Miranda muttered, frustration curling her lips, "I could've secured something important."
