(Siena’s POV)
Lila’s words about my father keep echoing in my mind, haunting me.
I try to push them away so that I can focus on the task at hand—preparing for the upcoming negotiations and the competition.
But they cling to me, tight, like claws digging into my chest, scratching at the edges of my thoughts.
I know she said those things to get under my skin, to provoke me, but there’s something in her voice, something cold and calculated, that makes me wonder if she knows more than she’s letting on.
Why would she even bring up my father? What connection could she possibly have to him?
I refuse to let myself dwell on it.
But then the reports come in. Rairity is the one who gives them to me, a frown creasing her forehead as she hands over the folder filled w
