MIRA
He brought us to my room and this time I didn’t jump away from him the second the flames disappeared. We are both slightly out of breath after the dance and he is still holding me close while my hand is wrapped around his neck. I look into his eyes and see sparks of dark magic going mad there.
I know this is bad but I still don’t find the strength to get away from him. Although I most definitely should.
Suddenly, he looks at me with suspicion on his perfect manly face.
“Mira,” he asks, “How much wine did you drink today?”
“Huh?”, I look at him in a daze. Why is he asking?
“How much wine did you drink tonight?”, he repeats the question.
“I..I am not sure”, I try to remember, but my memory is a bit blurry, “Three or four goblets I think…”
He swears under his br
