(Siena's POV)
Cold raindrops sting my cheeks, mingling quietly with the tears I've stubbornly refused to shed.
The slick cobblestones beneath my feet offer little traction as I hurry through the dimly lit streets. Each step sends sharp jolts through my knees, a cruel reminder of the night spent kneeling outside the hospital, begging for Raiden to grant me even a single glance.
The memory slices through me, reopening wounds that have barely begun to scab over.
Why does he hate me so?
Beside me, Rairity matches my pace effortlessly, her youthful face drawn tight with worry. Her eyes flicker toward me repeatedly as if searching for some sign that I haven’t broken completely beneath tonight’s events.
I pull my jacket tighter around myself, though it does nothing aga
