Sienna:
The walls of my childhood room felt smaller than I remembered.
I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands resting in my lap, my mind spiraling with thoughts I couldn’t control. The events of the last few hours replayed over and over like a broken record.
Kael had been shot.
Damon’s father, the man who had taken me in when I had nowhere to go, the man who raised me as his own daughter when I was to be left for dead as a child, a helpless child who lost her parents, was fighting for his life.
And Evelyn... she had looked at me with such raw fury, such unfiltered hatred, that it had left a scar deeper than any physical wound ever could. The way that the woman who raised me as her daughter, the woman who was with me, telling me that she was happy to see me with her son, looked at me w
