(Raiden’s POV)
I stare at my reflection in the shattered mirror, each fractured shard mocking me with distorted echoes of failure.
Siena’s words ring mercilessly in my ears, looping endlessly through my mind. Her voice, raw and aching with betrayal, has left its imprint on my heart, carved deep enough to draw blood.
I press a fist against my chest, as if trying to silence the unbearable ache that pulses beneath my ribs.
How had I missed it so completely?
Have I truly been this blind, this callously indifferent, that even a basic act of kindness now tastes bitter, suspicious on her tongue?
My fingers graze the cool surface of the glass, tracing the jagged edges of the broken reflection, face staring back, splintered into a thousand shards—each one a reminder of h
