Sonya
I woke up before the sun touched the edge of the curtains.
The room was quiet save for Caleb’s soft, rhythmic breathing beside me.
The weight of morning hadn’t fully settled, but I was already alert, thrumming with excitement like a tightly coiled spring.
Today wasn’t just another day.
Today was the beginning.
The beginning of my rise.
I slipped out from beneath the covers and tiptoed to the vanity mirror. The silk robe clung to my thighs as I sat, brushing my hair into perfect golden waves.
Each stroke was deliberate as I did not want to look beautiful, but to sharpen the weapon I was about to become.
My reflection stared back at me — eyes gleaming, lips curved in the faintest smirk. I knew what I wanted. I always had. But today, the difference was that the door to that
