Siena’s POV
The music fades into the background, replaced by the low hum of conversation and the quiet clink of champagne glasses. The room feels distant, the crowd a blur of meaningless faces.
All I can focus on is him.
I draw a deep breath, steeling myself. The question about Lila’s mark claws at my throat, desperate to be spoken. It’s haunted me since the moment I glimpsed it, an impossibility that refuses to leave me in peace.
Raiden leans closer, his breath warm against my ear as he lowers his voice. "In a few days, before the competition ends, I’ll visit your father and explain our fake marriage."
The words hit me like physical blows, sharp and unforgiving, knocking the air from my lungs.
My father.
Gone barely a month.
The man whose voice I can still
