Siena's POV
"I came to apologize..."
His words echo in my head like a perfect melody, pleasant and even satisfying. I take my time to turn around, to look him in the face, wondering if I heard right or if I'm hallucinating due to my hunger. It has to be a joke; it's impossible that he said that, being such a narcissistic and egotistical man.
"O.K., Siena, but turn around and see for yourself."
I take a breath, concentrate on not smiling, and repeat to myself like a mantra that I must not show him what his words have caused in me. I won't make it easy for him.
I turn around while still sitting in the chair, and my heart goes completely wild seeing the man in front of me, on his knees.
"Oh my Holy Taylor! Methuselah is on his knees! Don't scream, Siena, don't laugh, don't praise him."
