CYRILLA'S POV
I’ve been trying—really trying—to convince Hunter that I’m fine. That I won’t hurt myself again. That the thought hasn’t even crossed my mind since.
But he doesn’t believe me. Not fully. He’s careful, guarded—always watching. I feel it in every move I make, every word I speak. It’s suffocating. I’ve followed his rules to the letter: I eat every meal without complaint, never go off on my own, and even crawl into bed at a “reasonable hour”—as if I’m a teenager under house arrest.
I’m a grown woman, for Christ’s sake. Some days, I want to scream that in his face.
Yet, despite my efforts, his protectiveness hasn’t eased. If anything, it’s intensified. It’s as if the more I comply, the tighter their grip becomes. Hunter, Theon, Millie, Colton, even Laura—they’ve all become lik
