Sienna
“Emmerich Kaiser of the Meadows will find a way to remain in the Junction with Sienna Kelley,” I wrote. “It’s his home.”
He was looking at me, eyes probing. He might look younger with his shaven face, but his eyes felt old at that very moment. Bothered. Disapproving. I hated that last word. More than a week ago now, he kissed me as if he wouldn’t let me go, and now he seemed eager to just forget about it. His hold on to my world was fading, and I was now afraid to show him what I’d do to keep him here. I would do so many things to make that possible.
The admission was scary. I didn’t know if it was attachment or ruthlessness, or both. Seeing my mother trying to create a new reality to keep Uncle Stefan with her jolted me. It made me wonder if I was as desperate. This time, it wa
