“Sienna, it’s not just a collar.”
The words were quiet, barely a whisper, but they rattled her bones like a thunderclap. Harvey’s voice had been tight with unease when he said it. They were standing in the middle of the empty room now, the soft, golden light from the chandelier casting shadows on the walls, as if the very air around them was thick with the tension of what he was about to reveal.
Sienna glanced down at the silver collar that rested snugly around her neck, feeling its cool weight against her skin. It had been a constant presence since she’d first come into contact with it, the first tangible piece of this cursed inheritance, this ancient legacy that she couldn’t outrun. The collar felt like a mark, as if it was branding her, reminding her of the truth: that she wasn’t just
