Anyta
The evening was quiet when I exited the car. My hands were shaking, but I kept them hidden in the folds of my jacket. They had told me to come alone, and I had obeyed. I did not know what I would see inside, but I knew that one thing—my son was inside.
I walked over the gravel, the sound of every step ringing in my ears. My heart pounded so violently I half expected Siena and Leonard to be able to hear it even before I even got to the door.
Upon reaching the door, two guards were waiting. One of the guards silently opened the door, and I entered.
The air was redolent with perfume and power. Siena sat on a velvet chair, cross-legged, like she ruled the world. Leonard was behind her, his hands clasped at the back, his eyes hard and cold.
And there he was. My Teddy. My little boy w
